Daughter of Yellow Champa
Come to my boat.
With sandalwood from Jochna
I will rub it on your body.
Innumerable stars are burning in the sky
A floating moon.
Helpless, so I beg
I reached out to your door.
Don't let the wire go out anymore
Keep caressing.
A garland of fallen flowers
Keep it around your neck.
In the blink of an eye,
Wrap around the voice.
Just to listen to him
Maybe I'll come back.
Roses bloom in dim light,
Chameli, Belly, Champa and Parul.
Sitting arrogantly,
Hair spread.
My saved days
Fell carelessly,
I will make a garland for you
Living room decorated in dream.