Thou Are A Refuge For Those Who-‘re Suffering Pangs
From Waves Of Burning Heat, Cooling Them Fast
From Separation That Burns The Loving Souls
As Spouses In Sojourn, Return Their Homes
With Your Advent; Fearing Blockage Of Routes
Caused By The Flooded Streams, Rivulets And Rivers
For Long Then-After; Thus Joining Them Back
Oh Cloud! I-‘m One, Who Is Suffering Forced Separation
Caused By The Fury Of Lord Of Wealth, Our King
From My Sweetheart For Long; Please, Take My Message
To My Beloved In Alka: The Home Of The Yakshas
Whose Mansions Are Lit White, By The Crescent Moon
On Shiva-‘s Head, Who Dwells At The Outer Garden