(1149) Tumi jadi na aso priya
In case You are not coming, my Dear,
For Whom shall I keep waiting?
All alone in flower garden,
For Whom shall I weave a garland?
Seated am I in seclusion,
Absorbed in Your meditation.
Thinking, thinking of tales Thine,
That's how I'll make time go by.
The image of You constantly
Floats within my memory;
Stories of the days gone by
To contemplate it likes.
Presently this heart of mine,
A damp night-jasmine alike,
It emits a scent that's sweet,
Your blessed touch to receive.
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