And again in the fragrant night I will have to burn. And again from the face of moon lifts the fog. And again deep in the chest few suppressed sighs Will fall and shatter all over the floor.

Where did you hide the night? Where did you hide the cool shadows of your rosy hands? Where are the many faces and masks
of your lips?

Where are you tonight, tonight where are you? Whose sadness is this, sleeping in my bed?

Translated from the Hindustani