To An Old Flame

At dusk, when the cows come home

After grazing in the pasture all day long

To the sound of temple bells

Ringing to announce that night is about

When the last rays of the sun are parting

When birds have sung their last song of the day

When the sky turns hazy

And starlets abound

Then come my beloved

To the old pond by the village

Where the big banyan tree stands

Where in the past

Sat we with hands clasped

Looking into each others’ eyes

Imagining starry nights

Your smile driving me crazy

Come, my sweetheart

With your anklets jingling

But tread softly

Lest someone else heareth