She lifts a palm full of water, delicious, inviting,
Sees her face on the water, and thinks, " this is astonishing!"

Shall I drink this water myself ? She thinks.
With water will I swallow this image of myself ?
She thinks.

Shall I splash this palm full of water on to the floor ?
Will my image spill, scatter all over the floor ?

Hands quiver, water falls on the flower.
It opens, blossoms, looks like Rupa Rani, my love.

- translation by Pallav Ranjan