1. Is your prose swifter than your verse, or your verse more creative than your prose?
God has gifted you with talent that amazes the minds,

2. I yearn for the meadows of feeling through its fragrance.
O son of spring, and in spring there are flowers,

3. Like stars sparkling in your sky.
How did you turn away from verse, preferring

4. To leave your poetry sleeping in your mind?
O son of imagination, and in imagination there is truth,

5. Before which the sight of existence bows down in awe.
How often have you signed your verse with a melody,

6. And the night listened spellbound.
O songster of the valley, and in the valley there is passion

7. That flows toward you, and ribs and breasts.
You taught it the song of yearning in farewell,

8. And you left it, while eyes bid farewell.
A sympathetic one, not cold or aloof,

9. If he is one of Baroda, and your love makes him weep.
Hear the moaning coming from its depths,

10. When you hear its moan, you will hurt.
Do not cut the strings of a lyre

11. Whose melodies in poetry do not cease.