(645) Tumi jeo na jeo na ogo sakha
Oh my Bosom Friend,[1] don't leave, don't leave;
Upon my heart-lotus, come take Your seat.
Please oh please, don't make me lonely;
Laugh and look at me, tell me a story.
In the colorful play of autumn clouds at evening,
When an indolent wind keeps on singing,
In that beauty and hue, it's You Whom I seek,
With my heart-beams honing a winning beat.
Amid the gala of flowers at Spring,
When drunken bees keep on singing
In their rhythm and tune, it's You Whom I seek,
In the azure sky with tender yearning.
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Without Him, life loses its luster.
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