A female lover sings that separation [from her lover] is unbearable. How much unbearable? Consider the effect of separation:
- Without my lover, the flute is unable to produce good music, my singing seems 'false' or 'incorrect' ...
- Without you, my lover, my world seems empty, the nightingale has remained silent, the peacock has forgotten to 'speak' [in the woods]
When a Lata Mangeshkar sings about the separation, there is a certain relishable quality even to the feeling of separation (for the listener, that is, and not for the person undergoing separation).
What do you say, dear reader?