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(78)  Svapane se esechilo

In a dream He had appeared;
He went away in that same dream.
Unspeaking, He departed;
He had come uninvited.

Inside my heart, in a private niche,
Silently He took His seat.
His own hand a-strumming,
He'd played a tune on my lute-strings.

Lifting His eyes toward my face,
What is it He had wished to say?
I know not due to what offense,
Without informing me He left.

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