Young Man:
A bouquet of peacock feathers
Was laid upon the road to Moriya city.
Follow them—there you will find the way.
Young Woman:
Then place a single feather in my hair,
Let it be my crown of grace.
Young Man:
From afar, I saw you blossoming in a lake,
Swarms of wasps hovering, drunk on your fragrance.
Listen—hear the Ravanahasta sing.
Young Man:
A meadow bursts with mushrooms after the rain,
Each crowned with silver dew.
Ask the way from them—
For nearby, the kadupul flowers have bloomed.
Young Woman:
I am standing among them, listening,
Hearing you play the raga Lanka Dahana.
Young Man:
I seek a city washed in moonlight.
Peacocks dance their eternal dance,
And the full moon comes close to me.
Young Woman:
The moon glows only by the sun’s embrace.
If I am the river, then you are the sea.
Young Man:
A bouquet of peacock feathers
Was laid upon the road to Moriya city.
Follow them—there you will find the way.
Young Woman:
Then place a single feather in my hair,
Let it rest there forever.
Young Man:
From afar, I saw you blossoming in a lake,
Swarms of wasps hovering, drunk on your fragrance.
Listen—hear the Ravanahasta sing.
