Can’t listen to, can’t see or touch where you are,
But your fragrance touches, so somewhere you are,
Can’t face the sun or sunlight but the milky moonlight,
Diverged colors that converge in a single white light,
The crescent of hopes after a dark and tearful night,
Grows day by day till it becomes a charming smile,
That whispers in my soul, ‘Oh! My lover in exile!
I have filled the earth with falls and streams,
I have filled your heart with love and dreams,
Follow me in love and scatter on the earth,
Grow day by day and increase your worth,
I just give birth to a crescent with the hopes,
Melt with the sun, flow on the sandy slopes,
Cross all obstacles of violence and hate,
Much time has been lost, still not too late,
Ahead of you is a deep ocean of love,
A musical sleep with a notion of love! ‘