You wear the golden crown of love,
Yet do not lessen the worth of pearls
By letting pearl-like tears fall from your eyes.
You came to me from heaven,
Descending gently along the rainbow—
But now that rainbow has faded,
And you weep, unable to return.
The heaven of love was brightened,
For the lamp of your heart
Was lit within mine.
Raindrops grow precious when they do not fall,
And dewdrops disguise themselves as rain.
Your tears, too, shine as priceless pearls—
Yet I will never sell them to another soul.
When I held your hand in mine,
The paradise of love became unbearably sweet.
While I prepared for the Subhūti pujas,
Praying for rain, apart from women,
You lay alone upon your bed in sorrow.
And the pearl-like tears you shed that night—
I gathered them, shaping them into song.
Your fragrance still lingers in my heart,
And our paradise of love
Has borne its fruit.
The heaven of love was brightened,
For the lamp of your heart
Was lit within mine.
