O the waves of river Padma!
Take away my emptied out heart-lotus, take it away ...
The one whose glorious feet had rested upon this lotus is gone -- I've lost him!'
My dear-heart, my friend, is not here,
No honey is therefore in the lotus, no, none. . .
The wind wails around, that sweet scent can't be found.
In my beauteous fount there's no more the noise of buzzing bees of joy.
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