Is this purgatory or hell?

(3080)  Hemante jhara shishir vindute

In pre-winter like a dewdrop fallen,
What and why the mind craves, I know not.
Many times I want to go far away;
But I can't evade a jot.

Oh the yellow marigold, bloomed has it;
Oh the chrysanthemum, risen has it.
On the white jasmine, felt has been a wind!
To stay at home, mind wishes not.

Oh where art Thou, my Heartthrob?
On Your account bitterly in vain I sob.
To figure out my anguish, can You not?
Even by end of autumn, why came You not?

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