Vagabond

Oh, my lovely vagabond 

Why do you loiter here and there

You cast a magic spell on me

Offering me sleepless nights

Your grey hair, roughly combed

And a hat upon it,

An out fashioned one.

Your uneasiness,

Your torpidity,

Makes me glum.

Your muddy boots,

Your sullen looks,

Breaks me in and out.

Could you cover your face for a while, please?

I shall not see your dumbness,

Oh! Do you get out of my sight?

Where do you vanish?

Yes, I found you.

Resting under an old Banyan tree.

The same old tree,

Which sheltered you,

When you were abandoned,

Thirty decades ago.