Look down my friend
Throwing herself at your feet
The darling of this universe
Begging for your love
The spring laments at your door in its sorrow
To open your heart
To awake you from your meditation
All my songs and laughter is futile
Without your deference
Without your worship
Wake up my love
O my youthful friend dressed like a yogi
Why such a specter of apathy?
For whom such a display of indifference?
Translation by Sankar Datta