Tell me what should I do if my heart longs for you day and night.
Shall I scoop it out and watch till it sheds the last drop?
Or should I slit my throat or my vein of my wrist so that all the blood from my body drains out
and I stop breathing?
Or should I pluck my eyes out so that the desire to see you dies down?
But, whatever I do, the longing for your love
will not cease.
Like the wind that is filled with the fragrance of the flowers
Like the rain suffused with the earth's incense
Like the devotee lost in god's glory
Like a saint content in sacrifice
my soul will throb and find another body in all births
and entreat you for your just one glance
and will keep changing its forms
untill your kind eyes beckon me
and I dance in delight.