With the late Monsoon's light clouds

With the late Monsoon's light clouds wander my mind,
Toward Malabika's home along the Reva's lonely shore.
My mind is propelled by the lazy wind like a light-winged bird.


My pining darling cries alone her hair loosened,
Looking now at the cloud now at the river
Where the dark village-girl wipes her tears unseen,
Where alone my beloved sits by the window thither goes my mind.


[Original: Aj sraboner loghu megher; Translation: Abu Rushd]