Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Blue eyed mind
In the folds of a silk saree,
Gentle touch with soft hands
The golden bell rings.
Blue eyes shy smile
Bizli plays tricks,
Jochana wakes up in the dark
Light the lamp.
Tears in blue eyes
In the name of Ajhore Shravan,
The river cries with pride
Flood by floating
Black hair With blue eyes
Untie the knot
Her Sweet fragrance in the air
Llower virgin swing
Blue eyed blue river
In the unbounded soul
Whistlres of pain sounded
In silent pride
