O Dark Maiden!

O dark maiden on the platform!

Who does thou look for every eve?

A lost Ghalib or a fallen Antony 

Or a distant grim soul from land unknown?

The tune of thy anklet the engines hear

Drafting a song for the riders dear

They come, they go, unhearing 

The tune of thy tears, the gloom in thy eyes

Years passed, anklets tore

What shackles bound thou still?

I see no redness on your forehead

Nor mehendi on your hands

No cross on your bosom hangs 

To address your pangs

O dark maiden sleeping on rags!

Where lies thou hope?

On every window, every train,

Every eve that goes 

I see no baba kiss thy forehead

No amma cradle thou home

No son, no daughter hold thy fingers

I see no lover fathom

O dark maiden with red rose!

Where thou stay all day?

A large big mansion or straw cottage

Or a wanton lake or bay?

Oblivious, I pretend oblivion

As long as I can

Neither I ask, nor trail by

The fading tune thy leave 

May be some day,

I shall do, so might stoppers by

When thou music cease toll

Thou darkness shall lit all

The song of Radha shall make us cheer

No Mira shall now appear.