As she walks,
Her feet ever so softly kisses the ground,
The sounds of her anklets rustling with the blades of grass below,
Reverberates a soft chime,
And in their chimes, they carry my heart away with her.

As she turns,
Acknowledging my unwavering gaze upon her,
Her lips manifest a tender smile,
And in the cusp of her shy simper,
She hooks my heart away with her.

And there it goes, my heart,
Paying no heed to it's masters beckoning,
For why would it?
As its master is already her slave.

Need not have I for another sunrise,
For she is my dawn and dusk henceforth.

Fret not do I of the harshest of winters,
For she is my ever-present spring henceforth.

She is, and forever shall be, my heart's keeper.

Sometimes I hear a whisper,
The slightest hum of her voice,
Eyes scavenge the plains before me,
For a glimmer of her,
For a glimmer of hope,
Alas! There is none,
Nothing but the thoughts of a melancholic mind.

Sometimes the wind carries a fragrance,
Redolence of our past embrace,
Lips spread to call out her name,
For a sight of her,
For a sight of love,
Alas! There is none,
Nothing but the thoughts of a melancholic mind.

Let us fall,
Fall into a satin-sheeted bed,
As our passions push us into an intertwine,

As each touch waivers away our ornaments,
That are nothing but a bother,
So that our skins may kiss,

Let my lips caress upon you,
And caress I shall,
Till the roses of desire that blossom on your cheeks,
Grows and spread to all points intimate,
As the garnered juices of intimacy between your thighs,
Waterfalls down your legs,

Shall our hearts pound as hard as the bed rattles,
As we feast upon our lusts, as if there were no more morrows.

அவளுடைய வார்த்தைகள் நான் படித்த ஒவ்வொரு செய்தி அல்லது கவிதையிலும் என் இதயத்தைப் பிடிக்கும்போது,
தொலைவில் இருப்பதை நினைத்து, நான் வருத்தப்படுகிறேன்,

அவளுக்குத் தேவையானதை என்னால் கொடுக்க முடியவில்லை.
அவளை அணைத்துக்கொள்ள முடியவில்லை.
அவளுக்கு முத்தங்களை கொடுக்க முடியவில்லை.
அவளுக்கு அரவணைப்பைக் கொடுக்க முடியவில்லை


கோடை காலம் வரும்போது ஆற்றில் மீன் போல உருகிக் கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்.
இது எப்போது முடிவடையும்?

As the thought of her lingers,
Like the scent of the ground after a heavy rain,
Engulfed am I by the longing to set sight on her,
Even for the briefest of moments,

The things that the times are crippling me from doing,
Oh, what I would give for a moment to caress that hair.
To kiss those lips that ooze nectar,

To embrace her body that has a feeling of home,
To transfer the warmth in the corner of my heart to her,
Like a salmon that comes away from winter to join the summer rivers,
I am melting, day by day.

Oh, when will this suffering end?