When maya is sullen
Trees bow under the silent wind
Clouds become shy between the peaks
The charm of staring... dimly flickering
Glass on the water
Is that the jewel of a jeweler's dream
In the jungle of luminous dyes
In truth, my true love
(chorus)
Holy love
Without being conquered by anyone else
Not tired of waiting for the morning dew
From age to age remains the same
At this moment the eyes of the jewels are open
Enthroned with kirana Bathed in light
Let the fragments be thrown away as dust
Oh my love
Let me beseech the light
Love this is holy I deserve
Even if it's the last
My own
Glass on the water
Not a jewel that is sought after
Just a glimpse of the eye in search
In truth my love the real one
(repeat the chorus to the end)