O black beauty !
o wayfarer, unaware of destiny !
anguish,how long ?
like an ancient river challenging the stars?
come, come with me
will collect the shells of dreams
quench our quest of melancholy
going to loose nothing, come!
at all , will rest in the ocean of time
will copulate with harmony
when the thoughts of beloved are sown in my body
the wisdom of passion spreads like moonlight,
when the grim reaper smiles
glittering memories and tears are left on shore,
when the fallen leaf sounds like her anklet
the belief of spring and faith of life are restored
come, come along with me....
o black beauty !
under this moon only
siddharth became buddha
in the lap of this moon only
omar khayyam tasted the nectar
the same moon
i am walking holding you under the same moon !
o black beauty !
the ancient wayfarer !
come, come with me.....