The twinkling lamps of the stars lit up the sky to celebrate
I went searching in that light, with a plate full of tears.
The beautiful shade of lights was there, the green grass
The forest-gardener was watching with enchanted eyes, intoxicated
She was searching in the forest garden, removing the darkness
She was asking with a silent mind, tell me the light
She probed the heart, what did you see, yes! the Veena was there but no strings;
The melody was hovering, but now,
there is no melody like before
With a broken heart-string,
I came to the deserted path
Then I saw with my eyes of remembrance, indifference has taken over
I am wandering on the deserted path, searching for the dust of the past
In the sweet memory of that past,
even the thorns seem like flowers
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
