Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness
Of two souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life
Of fairies. Seeing that, bodies spread the sighs
Of hell into their eyes, lips and faces.
Their two souls, as it were, becoming a butterfly,
Fly in infinite pleasure with two colorful wings;
Love has given them the speed of light;
Their two lives become full to the brim in faith.
How far Mexico is and how far Bengal!
Still their two souls flirt together
At a fixed place round the clock day and night;
They have built their palace
Everywhere in air, into water and on soil.
Seeing the happiness of two souls, their two bodies
Get perplexed and cry for each other in two different countries.
