What do you want O damsel, from me,
Love or intimacy?
Do you want resonant dialogue, silvery intrigue
Fragrance of vibrant Bokul flower
Tell me what I can give you?
Take this numb clasped fingers
Sandal-decorated wind, emotion-filled turbidity
Flamboyant Shimul flower, childhood memories
Reminiscence and month of Shranban bosom-filled cloud
Migrant youthfulness.
What else can I give you
What else can fit your sweetness
Grass-blossom, Sandhyamalati, Jui, green courage
My age!
I can give you stimulation
I can give you the sky
A book of poem– gradual identity of age
With all these obtainables
Beautious tender fingers, ornament of nose– dream
Sleep at Shraban evening
This is my gift
At the adolescent age
What else can I give you, O
Take this warmth, effortless conduct
Take this grief-stricken eyes– twin products of the cheeks
My throbbing heart
I will not give you pool of tears and
Krishnakali flower bloomed on its banks.
What else can I give you?
Do you desire love for you warm heart, meradow-ship
Or half-filled balloon of water in the heart of ocean
Intolerable affection!
Tell me, what else can I give you?