O’ Dushyanta,
The descendent of Puru,
Your lotus eyed love, Shakuntala
eagerly awaits your arrival.
Just as the dusk follows the dawn
I shall follow you into oblivion.
We shall cross alleys and valleys
Witness sunrises and sunsets
We shall walk the rain splashed Earth
with our little fingers intertwined
Like inseparable creepers
And walk into the garden of golden flowers
The cuckoos would sing Ballads of our love.
The jasmines shall look away
As I embrace you passionately
Like a creeper jubilantly embracing a tree
Absorbed in the ecstasy
I shall blush and hide my face
As the cupid strikes us again.