English
In this spring season, into my garden, my beloved one did not come - why not? The flowers have dried, the petals whither, they did not get the sweetness of intoxication. I have made a garland for my chignon, from fragrant oleander flowers. I decorated the parting of my hair. My ear lobes shake the siris flower. Yet, You did not come and see it. Sitting in the shade of the ashoka tree, I create songs for You. Spring passed and summer came. But even after so many days, You did not show any kindness.
