Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart. Lay bare your soul in words.
The night is deep. The stars have hidden themselves in a veil of clouds. The wind is moaning through the leaves. I will loosen my hair and let it lie unfettered. My cerulean sari will embrace me like the night. I will hold your head to my bosom ; and there in pure solitude whisper on your heart. I will close my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face. When you finish saying your words, we will sit in silence. Only the trees will murmur in the dark. The night will fade. Dawn will break. We shall gaze at each others eyes and depart on our different roads. Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart.

Reckon on love even if it brings anguish. Do not shut your heart. The heart is only for relinquishing with a song and a tear. Happiness is fragile like a droplet, while it laughs, it dies. But sorrow is mighty and it endures. Let painful love awaken in your eyes. In the sight of the sun, the lotus blossoms and relinquishes all that it has. It is not like the lotus to remain in bud in the illimitable wintertide.

My soul, a creature of the wild has found her heaven in your eyes.
They are the comfort of the morningtide, they are empire of the stars.
My poetry has relinquished itself in its deepness.
Let me but float in its lone immenseness.
Let me but pierce its clouds and fly in its luster.