lalayit adhro se jisne
hay nahi chumi hala
harshiv shiv kampit kar se jisne
ha na chuaa madhu ka pyala
haath pakad lazzit saaqi ka
haath pakad lazzit saaqi ka
paas nahi jisne khincha
paas nahi jisne khincha
vyarth sukha daali jivan ki
usne madhumay madhushala
vyarth sukha daali jivan ki
usne madhumay madhushala

From lips that craved, a kiss withheld,
No wine's embrace did they behold.
From trembling hands, a god-like fear,
The chalice's sweet nectar, held so near,
Yet left untouched, a silent plea,
A secret kept, eternally.

The hand of youth, shy, reaching out,
To gather life, to quell all doubt,
But never grasped, a fleeting chance,
A silent step, a broken dance.
The soul’s sweet tavern, left to fade,
Its honeyed walls, in dust were laid.