Shunno e buke

Come back to this empty heart
O my little bird
Come back to this empty home for once

Without you
The morning flowers here
Dries up before the sunset

Without you
O my crazy little thing
The bright moon in the sky
lost its luster

I hear my howling
In the spatter of dark water of river
Come back to this empty home for once

Spreading its countless branches in the stormy sky
This ancient tree in the forest
looking for its most precious thing

In this fiery wind, raging tonight
This olden tree canít stand any more pain

If you come back to me
O my restless little thing
I promise the flowers will bloom again

The gray sky will be blue again
In the color of your eye.

Translation by Sankar Datta