Come love, keep your hand on my hand
And your lips on my lips
Let the clouds that lean against the sky
Come down in torrents
Down the dust-laden paths
Let incessant rain bathe the trees
And drown the voices of the birds
In the mirror of a forlorn river in some dense forest
Let your face be anglow, drenched in sweat.
[ Translated by Snigdhamalati Neog
