In the month of Shravan

When will you arrive, my dear?

Shravan eagerly awaits your presence,

Bringing with it a season of beautiful rain.

Do not be hesitant, my love,

Allow yourself to be soaked in the rain.

For even though Shravan knows our secrets,

It hides them away, especially for you.

Allow me to gaze into your eyes,

As they resemble five vast, azure oceans.

With each flash of lightning and thunderstorm,

Shravan illuminates the depths of your soul.

In the midst of the monsoon rain,

When you are completely drenched,

Shravan orchestrates a melodious symphony,

A serenade of raindrops playing just for you.

As raindrops fall, mingling with tears,

I am missing your presence, while Shravan weeps.