The listener to your tales,

The old tales,

Which you repeated on happy days, and sad.

Which every time had to be heard like it is unknown, unheard,

Brand new and fine.

So how is it to find?

The new listener to your tales,

The old tales,

Which now actually are unknown, unheard,

To the beauty who is pride,

On whom, you actually could never resign.

-Abhishikta