Thou tramplest the crown of Lakshmi Under thy feet. The plaintive Sanai mourning those Who had not returned yet, At home The singer cried for them and wept bitter tears And floating with that music the soul of the beloved Wandered far to the distant spot Where the love anxiously waited. This morning I got up And heard the Sanai again Crying as mournfully as ever. And the pensive Shefalika, sad as a widow's smile, Falls in clusters, spreading A mild fragrance in the air. Numbing the flowers with its kisses.
Life seems to have sprung up suddenly On all sides.
Someone seems to have entwined my soul With that of Mother Earth. And with her dust-adorned hands Offers me her presents. But suddenly I wake up with a start. No right have I to rejoice. Poverty weeps within my doors forever As my spouse and my child.