(78) Svapane se esechilo
In a dream He came;
In that same dream He left.
Without even speaking, He left;
Without even being invited, He came.
In the private corner of my heart,
He silently took His seat.
With His own hand He strummed
A tune on my lyre.
Raising His eyes toward my face,
He wanted to say something.
I don't know why He felt hurt—
Without even giving notice, He left.
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As I interpret it, the devotion in this song evokes the parent-child relation. However, here it is not the parent who is the mystery to the child but rather the child who is the mystery to the parent.
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