Pared from clouds, These pieces of paper I arrange and rearrange. What is this that has happened?

With dream ropes, Tied to the mast of night, I haul in pieces of moon. What is this that has happened?

One time when I glimpsed You beyond a curtain Of falling water It seemed as if I saw Lightning glitter. Since then you rain In my dreams, since then You talk much Laughing.

Listen: from him, who doesn’t Know you, ask and find Out what your name is? What is this that has happened to me?

See with skin Naked like the rosy Haze at daybreak Don’t walk around These hills like This. Don’t bathe in The salty seas like This.

Moonlight spreads over The waking hours of the day. And on the tender skin Of fruit, I keep carving Your name. What has happened to me?

(A song loosely translated from Hindi)