(406) Ay rtur raja vasanta
Come spring, king of seasons,
Rock my mind.
Cast your bright moonlight,
And make the flower garden dance.
I brim with zeal
Mid colored blooms and their green leaves.
Every fiber of my being thrills
With the advent of mind's thief.
With kohl I paint my eyes
And see only the love that is.
I keep unkempt hair flying free,
Unruly in the southern breeze.
My heart brims with sweetness;
That alone I dispense.
Today has come life's steadfast friend
And prolonged weeping's end.
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With liberation, human existence becomes a blissful mission of love.
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