Low sliver of a slit just past,
crush his sadness frangipani petals ...

Lavender Aroma blown into my chamber,
light breeze from the east brings melancholy confusion ...

Rabi end now appears, tap,
my foot still trembled, fearing ...

Fear of what? will he?
permanent Lavender Wind anywhere?

I love the breeze that went not back,
but still in sight ...

I realized at room love,
lavender breeze still visit ...

Fear ... fear ... fear me,
fear in love, fear of melancholy ...

Wish I can kalihkan, aromatic flowers,
ghaibkan taste, nyahkan breeze ...

However, losing last redness,
not the time to last me just so ...

I still love, still love ... still crazy,
obsessed him, the centuries-no ...