On a rainy night You came
in the garden of tuberoses.

Locking myself in,
alone with wounded feelings,
I sat in a corner of my small house
when You came in the garden of tuberoses.

Storm after storm howled,
pounding and dashing again and again.
Yet, the whole night You kept awake
with Your symphony in the garden of tuberoses.

The rains were pouring in torrential gusts,
sweeping and blowing in gale after gale.
Yet the whole night You kept awake,
drawn by the pull of love
in the garden of tuberoses.

In the stormy night You came
in the garden of tuberoses.
Unmindfully, I sat in my small closed room
and only the tuberoses knew You had come.