Why in carelessness did I hurt,
O beloved floret, while I carry
you in my hands and slowly walk
this path to the dusk of my life?
Why in silence did you beg
not to ask you any reason
for those fragile tear drops
you hid in your smile?
In this journey where I decay
with every step of my sinful legs,
it is your heart alone that I hold
close to mine. I keep beseeching in every
name of the god I know for another
birth as your master who would –
can keep you in castle of happiness.
If even a drop of tear from your eyes
was because of this wandering beggar,
let me be stoned to death by
the guardians of the time and ages
for I couldn’t take care of their gift to me.