This is another kind of happiness

In the silence of the night, the cry of a night-awake bird comes from afar,

The bitter night gets wet in the water of Jotsna,

Memories crowded in the depths of the chest

The present time burns with pain.

Sunlight breaking through the winter fog

does not reach the harbor of the heart,

All happy arrangements are wet with dew drops,

Tears have dried up for a long time

Kannara is very tired today

The mountain slope wants to break the rib of the chest,

Still my mind is drowning in your thoughts

This is another kind of happiness.