A stolen bloom, a secret spring, it came to me,
Lest the theft be known, the hidden bloom,
A stolen fragrance, memory's whispered plea.
A stolen bloom.
Beholding my youth, the garden's vibrant hue,
Shamefully, youth, the spring's own youth, blushing, flees.
Oh, solace of my heart, light of my core,
And this dawn's awakening,
Longing's dawn, all await,
Longing's.
Observe, the courage! Behold!
The spring's boldness, observe its daring flight,
The spring's essence, whatever trials it brings,
The tresses of the beloved, will bear these trials too,
The tresses of the beloved, will bear these trials too,
Oh, Harshvi, see, oh Harshvi, see,
The full moon's grace, moon, moon, moon,
Oh Harshvi, see,
The full moon's grace.
And in the sky's embrace, your image I hold,
In the sky's embrace, I remember you,
I remember you, in the sky's embrace,
Your image, lest it be stolen away.
|
