Forget me not

(356)  Jhara kusumera vyatha bojho na

Don't You know the sorrow of the falling flower?
I wither in tears and drop as I shrivel–
How do Your eyes remain dry?

I've displayed beauty and bestowed fragrance;
I've mesmerized with sweet surges of emotion.
Now as I decay, like the wicked,
Don't bring me to an end.

In the bloom of youth, I was in Your mind;
I blossomed in Your heart.
As I pass away and when I die,
Please don't forget me.

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