Tell me due to what pain in your eyes, clouds have come and the decoration marking is
wiped? O the nightingale of garden, due to what pain your eyes are full of tears. In the
garden, today there is crowd of naoroja? Whose cloth lining is there below the grass? Why
the nest of nightingale is shaking? Who has made disturbances in the flower vase? Who is
that Poet, Who, sitting in isolation, silently goes on crying and creating songs? By
illusive game He makes all dance, cry and smile. He opens and binds in golden chains.