Gandharvam

She made me a star of love.

In her lamenting loving words, I knew the-

Lightening that stitched the dark clouds,

The rain drops and the rain.

After the lightening, thunder, and shower,

While breeze touched and cooled,

The land on a bright autumn day.

Like a star slipping and glittering,

Across the sky, your longing garlanded,

Gandharva, the star of love.