The sunshine and the gentle breeze touched you,
The multi-hued butterfly kissed you gently,
Yet you did not say anything!
When I tried to kiss, you got angry!
Don’t you believe me?
I am not shrewd like Iago!
Nor even a liar as Mir Jafar,
Like Behula’s Lakhindar I will ever be with you!
'Platonic love' is what I accept as true my sweetheart!
I intensely love not your beauty but your wonderful heart!