I have been here before, dreaming!
With unsure steps and weak at the knees.
Every moment, like an escape from the truth,
Far away from a vow; my heart aching for love!
The sky has blackened, the flags flutter in the wind viciously,
The ocean rises up-to the heaven and falls down to the hades-
While the wind carries the messages of the unknown land,
To the ears of someone who never heeds.
Many have forgotten the roads to the pool of ambrosia,
They rejoice and drink under the fountain of bane-
They uproar and clamour, distract me from my grail-
Never they think of the holy glow or dance under the rain.
I look out the window, as the palette changes every hour,
It takes me away to a dreamland where the moon
Shines bright red over a cloud as it holds the magnificent castle; Surrounded with white lilies as they bloom.
It calms me and strengthens me to gain my conscience back-
I haven’t heard when you called me, but I can feel
Your presence, as the dusk rolls and the bells ring
In the temples, with the lamps flickering by the river-reels.
The prince never rode a horse or had a sword-
But he believed and made everyone believe,
We grew together strong and happy under our sky
Behind our monsoon, as the red blooms and the leaves weave.
The piscator returns with his dinghy,
The evening breeze takes it all away, as the world rests
We heal, we grow amidst all, the infinite circle keeps on-
Rolling with time, nothing stops, retains life with zest.
