Without you, my days are forlorn and wearisome.
My song of the golden sun, song of the new leaves
Far away, where melodies float atop the shepherd's flute
And absent-minded a maiden dips her pitcher in the lake-
Startle her heart, fill it with delight
Without you, my days are forlorn and wearisome
My song of the golden sun, song of the new leaves.
My song of eventide, my song of homecoming
The little oil lamp by the tulasi alcove awake, alert-
In the softness of the night sweet sleep spreads its shawl
Secretly, the moonbeams pour laughter upon earth's courtyard.
Usher magical dreams to mine eyes
Without you, my days are forlorn and wearisome
My song of the golden sun, song of the new leaves.
My song of the golden sun, song of the new leaves
Without you, my days are forlorn and wearisome.
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