Whenever I kiss these beautiful eyes
A hundred candles begin to glow in the dark
Not only flowers, or buds, or the moon, or stars
At her feet even the rival bows.
The statues of Ajanta begin to dance
Caves long silent burst into song
Gardens long neglected begin to bloom
Rain clouds start gathering on a thirst earth
For a moment this world renounces crime
For a moment even stones begin to smile.