Coherence

The wild swine would find his favorite mud
Kingfisher the desired fish,
Dark nights would become white in rains
Peacocks will show dance in thick bush.
The lover shall meet his beloved
But won't feel peace, won't feel calmness of mind…
The traveler alone will return home
Rice must be cooked always in empty pot
As white as multitude of stars,
You could remember the forgotten words of older songs
Yes, the lover shall meet his darling
But won't find tranquility, won't find calmness of mind…
Parade would end in the barracks
Hungry tigers hunt nilgais,
Winds from the villages would convey sweet sounds
Of women's songs– you would be in the same room
The lover shall meet his sweetheart
But won't feel peace, won't enjoy calmness of mind…