I love myself, immersed in my own mystery
in the fast-moving years of youth;
and yet how little I know
the image of my love, the voice of my body
the song of my gestures known, unknown
the smiles and the looks !
Like the sea or the vocalist
how I lose myself in unknowing
the mysterious voice of the silence !
I too love you
you are nearest to me like my own self;
may be that is why you make me
pine for the unknown
in unrealised eagerness.
The waves of desires dancing
on your nubile gestures in
the intricate leela of Vrindaban
you are my self's self
as obscure to me as my own self.