I do not intend to fascinate you with my beauty

I do not intend to fascinate you with my beauty
Rather, I would charm you with my love
Won’t I make any effort to open your doors
My songs would set them open
I won’t cover myself in ornaments
Won’t I be bedecked with flowers
My love would rather be my garland
And swing round your neck
None would ever come to know of the wind
That sends ripples in your heart
With my unnoticed desire, like moon
I would foment waves in the tide
At the close of my heart, at distance apart
In land, in water
The flute plays on the tune,
‘I love you, love you, and love you, my dear’
In the heart of the sky, who murmurs in pain
Whose eyes appear in the horizon
Get bathed in tears, drowns around
Says, ‘I love you, my dear’
The tune whispers from the lower depth
A wail is set free, shivers on the shore
For reasons unknown, the tune plays in my heart
Brings forth the days, forgotten for years
The cry and laughter of yesteryear is reborn as refrain
‘I love you, love you and love you, my dear’