with tones of anklets,
The gleam of your eyes
reaches me laced with kajal.
The air, swept by the sway
of your saree,
It reaches me softly and
my reasons fall asleep.
O, the jasmine of my village.
Come to me like a steady summer,
and settle like a season
in my barren heart.
The restless bee I am
short of purpose, reach me
like fragrance and take me
away to a certain slumber.
For what good is reality if
it can't be fancied?
and what good are the dreams
if they can't be lived?
Enchant me into a deep sleep.
Once I dream you enough,
Mumbling your name,
I wanna wake up gasping.