However intensely you burn me in sorrow’s fire.
If l am constantly burnt my heart will get purified and I will get closer to you.
After the drought shall I come the rain and
my heart will get touched by your kindness.
The drought will not remain and the dry tree
will again smile with flowers.
Once I’ve got your forehead’s fire,
you beautiful one
I am sure to get the caressing Ganges’ touch
the cool moon’s feel.
Oh beneficent one! You remind me time and again
with the shock of a blow
You have thought of me again after all these days.
