By being in their contact,
The kaaminis blooming and falling over
And I marking the night go,
So mystically fragrant,
The blooms so redolent and fine.
Where to go if she too is not,
Has not come back?
I under the tree sleeping and passing the night
Dreaming of Lost love
Coming to me as Night Queen.
By being in their contact,
The kaaminis blooming and falling over
And I marking the night go,
So mystically fragrant,
The blooms so redolent and fine.
Where to go if she too is not,
Has not come back?
I under the tree sleeping and passing the night
Dreaming of Lost love
Coming to me as Night Queen.