I have loved You since hundreds of ages,
with innumerable colours and forms,
and with innumerable impulses.

I continued expressing to You
innumerable events of mine
that had been kept suppressed in my heart.

The dialogue of colourful torches continued
with the attachment of hope for success.

I continued singing to You innumerable songs,
of tearful love,
of sweet memories,
of moonlit nights,
all in the tune of fragrance.