tora je ja bolis bhai - The Golden Fawn

Say what you may, the golden fawn is what I want

The golden fawn, enchanting and on a rapturous trot.

Startled, she averts her gaze, cannot be tied as she bolts

Dashes off, pushing away, dazzles eyes giving a jolt.

I’ll run after her in vain whether I get her or not

Capriciously chasing thru’ mead and woods, lost in thought.

You fill houses by getting what you want from the mart

Why has the wind of the unattainable touched my heart

I lost what I had in search for that I don’t need

My fortune dwindled but do you think I’ll take heed?

I remain happy, smiling, miserable - I’m not

Capriciously chasing thru’ mead and the woods, lost in thought.