I hear someone speaking softly of love,
And at once, I remember you there.
At night a flute drifts through the distance—
Before sleep arrives, I begin to dream.
My heart carries me far away…
I am alone, in a lonely world.
The stars paint dreams across the sky,
While the moon hides shyly in the clouds,
As if the warmth of love were too fragrant,
Too strange to be revealed.
My heart carries me far away…
I am alone, in a lonely world.
A young maiden ties anklets upon her feet,
And I remember your dancing steps.
A gentle laughter floats from afar,
And I recall my thoughts upon the bed.
My heart carries me far away…
I am alone, in a lonely world.
The cold wind calls across the night,
Making me thirst, urging me to speak.
In search of a melody, I found at last—
The tune of Ravana Hasthaya to sing of you.
My heart carries me far away…
I am alone, in a lonely world.
But the song I wrote, another had sung,
Even my melody was taken away.
So I sang my song alone, unheard,
And even now—you do not know who I am.
My heart carries me far away…
I am alone, in a lonely world.
