When my eyes stare unblinking at a flower as it blooms,
The flower seldom calls it a mistake.
Nor does the cloud object when a thirsty skylark
Dances in joy at its first sight.
Knowing fully that it will never reach the sun,
The enchanted sunflower stares all day at its namesake –
As if worshipping its beloved deity.
The only reason I’ve been bestowed with these eyes
Is to stare at your supreme beauty, O graceful!
Let my eyes quench their thirst from your ocean of charm -
Won’t you, my darling?
Translation by Sujay Datta