In the air of Chaitra,
[1] the One whom my mind craves,
Oh, how distant He is.
Mind races on the path of His arrival,
Afflicted with pain.
Why oh why oh why does He remain afar?
If anyone is knowing, please tell me.
On contemplating Him, I get intoxicated;
That mental state I cannot put out of mind.
On this lonely night, in the company of moonlight,
Suffering, I die weeping.
The buzzing bumblebee murmurs in my ear
A melody full of hope.
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