It is the time when thou kissed me first on my palm—
Which seemed nothing but a
Comfortable and warm balm.
We were standing on that sea shore
Where I want to go no more..
For, the golden sand and the clusters of those coconut trees
Occur a sort of eternal pang and grieves.
The twilight was dropping its curtain then;
Dear, I know-it occurs everyday and will occur again.
Time marches on with its painful memories
Torturing silently the rest of my days.
But yea, I am profoundly glad
For I never repent..
Thou art no more with me
And siding all sorts of earthly attractions
Sleeping peacefully in thy tomb….
Where I gaze with interminable love
Silently and dumb.
This devotee will obviously will get
The fruit of her devotion,
Whose soul has been stolen-
By thy unfathomable attraction.
Now, ‘o-revoa’ sweetheart
Wait with great patience
For your darling
From the depth of thy heart.