The monsoon has arrived, but not a word from my beloved
How we were separated, like a lamp and its wick
A message of arrival would make life bloom like flowers
Half the monsoon has passed, yet this longing heart remains unfulfilled
Dark clouds flash with lightning, cold winds frighten me
Day and night, I gaze at the path, hoping to reach love’s destination
A shiver runs through my body, my heart feels torn apart
Drops of water on the lonely road, footsteps create illusions
Branches touch the windows, as if my beloved has returned
With every sound, hope’s bird brings new longing
The distant darkness is soaked, bringing half-light
Rain falls on the roof, like anklets tinkling
Dark clouds drift, wet eyes search for the beloved’s path
How and to whom can I speak of this pain in my heart?
My heart races whenever lightning strikes
My state is like a lamp in a storm
In the colors of the rainbow, I find only you
Eyes spread in waiting, may the monsoon not pass
My heart burns in separation’s fire, like dry wood
Each moment feels like an age, restlessness grows
Nature’s beauty and sweet music no longer please me
Come now, beloved, for the eastern wind pierces like a thorn
