1. My love, for whom I soar high,
And for whom I make shoes out of tenderness,

2. My longing has risen along with yearning for the paths,
And meeting you has become difficult, you who were once so easy to reach.

3. If only my poetry knew, and distance was a gathering
Place for leaving and for living that is all work.

4. Do you remember me, or have you forgotten us
When we were children and love was a child?

5. When India and its lands were amazed by us
And onlookers and family were amazed.

6. When passion crept slowly
While we had no thoughts or minds.

7. We did not speak - for love was the speaker
And we did not act - for desire was the actor.

8. If we moved to a place, our feet
Were led by passion, not the place itself.

9. If you, oh prince of people, have forgotten us
We do not forget and we do not neglect.

10. The sky of India bears witness
And its land, mountains and plains.

11. The stars of India did not rise for us
Nor did its bright eyes watch over us.

12. I, true to my vow, live on - for if
I pass, pacts do not pass away.