In this spring season,
into my garden,
my beloved one did not come - why not?

The flowers have dried,
the petals whither,
they did not get the sweetness of intoxication.

I have made a garland for my chignon,
from fragrant oleander flowers.
I decorated the parting of my hair.
My ear lobes shake the siris flower.
Yet, You did not come and see it.

Sitting in the shade of the ashoka tree,
I create songs for You.
Spring passed and summer came.
But even after so many days,
You did not show any kindness.