Dipanjan:
I cling on the threads that you left behind
Threads of your love
Sheathed inside the box of pearls
Pearls of your adoration and that of your lust.
Debanjali:
I carry the bottle of potion that you prepared for me
The potion of our amorous love
Our ecstasies and our joy
As I walk, and walk towards the woods
The potion is my poison to find the path.
Dipanjan:
I lost my soul to you
I have nothing left to love
Just an emptiness I cannot describe
You are my death my dearest
O mi querida, mi amor, te quiero mucho
Este es el momento, para que yo muera.
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