O my dearest,
You are the touch of life
and the joy of songs.

While I was under the influence of drowsiness,
O incomparable one,
You silently came
and sang Your song.

There is no end to sweetness,
and hence,
I do not find an end to songs either.

Filling my heart with the tune of dance
Your nectar resounds.

You are the touch of warmth during winter
and touch of moist coolness during summer.

O difficult one,
on the distressed ones,
You poured life,
playing on the sonorous strings of Your viina.