Though You gave Your word,
You did not come, why?
What sort of love of Yours is this?

The expectation of my mind was not fulfilled.
Day and night I secretly continued singing in the language of love.

I had coloured my mind with Your colour.
I had come treading Your path.
I had accepted You as essence.
All my crying and smiling had taken place only around You.

For You alone I shall do everything.
I shall keep You in the core of my heart.
I shall keep floating to Your tune.
My coming to this earth shall thus be fruitful.