Who are You waiting for,
dressed with a tied chignon
and holding a threaded garland?

Which stealer of mind,
having loved and won Your heart,
went ever so far away?

In this heavy rain,
on what confidence,
did You decide to become drenched,
carrying a full load?

Who is that ever new one
who made You restless in this world?

Under what pull
did You smilingly keep floating in the stream
unto an effulgent world?

Who is that tranquil entity,
active in the divine game
who pulled You unto a world of sweetness?