Even if

(926)  Puspe tomar hasi

In the flowers is Your grin;
With what fragrance does it waft in?
Nigh lost is the time of flute's enchantment,
Sweet Fall nights, and much moonlight.

Even if You don't return or wish to stay,
Never give Your love, keeping far away.
Appear and speak in my dreams;
"I cherish you"... please say to me.

Your game with me is perennial,
A fete of liila in a web of maya.
In Your play, I cry, I laugh, I grieve;
With love my heart keeps overflowing.

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