No one will say (translation from Piyush Raut)

 This deception with love and the moonlight is not yours.

You who have walked to the mountain beyond obstacles.

Look, there's no commotion here. Solitude reclines

with languor its great body.

Moonlight and Love ceaselessly build

Art's customary grace.

Here, you may kneel alone. Clap like

a child. No one will call you crazy.

Cry without reason like  

unstoppable monsoon clouds.

No one will say--"that's a madman."