Like the unlucky flower
Which could not fall at His feet,
Like the unfortunate grains of Kumkum
Which could never adorn her forehead

Like the lamp that was never lit
Like the stone deprived of a statue
Like colours which never found a canvas
Like the eyes that missed the beautiful world

Like a tree which could bear no fruits
Like the clouds which never rained
Like the birds which never sang
Like the waves that never touched the sand

I feel I am moving away from my destiny,
For, I see my destiny in your eyes.