Malliswari and Krishna Sastry translated [I might add poorly].
Notions of Swaying Fragrance settled in my thought. Tides of breaking moonlight fill my sight. This night is suffused with bliss. In how long my prayers bore fruit!! As the branches' thrushes whisper, As the leaves' light breezes rustle, As playful ripples play in the pond, As I hear a muffled flute in the distance, Perhaps you came! Perhaps you called me! My tear filled eyes span near and far. Not a moment from here on, won't you leave! This heart in swell, won't you let break! In how long my life bore fruit, And How suffused in bliss is this Night!