为你读诗 Hindi Songs-iii

I had travelled all day and was tired
then I bowed my head
towards thy kingly court still far away

The night deepened, a longing burned in my heart
whatever the words I sang
pain cried through them
for even my songs thirsted
O my lover
My beloved
My best in all the world

When time seemed lost in darkness
thy hand dropped its scepter to take up the lute
and strike the uttermost chords
And my heart sang out
O my lover
My beloved
My best in all the world
Ah, who is this whose arms enfold me?

Whatever I have to leave let me leave
and whatever I have to bear let me bear
Only let me walk with thee
O my lover
My beloved
My best in all the world


Descend at whiles from thine audience hall
come down amid joys and sorrows
hide in all forms and delights
in love and in my heart
there sing thy song
O my lover
My beloved
My best in all the world.

(The End)