Transfigured

(1147)  Ami bhule gechi sei din ksan

I've forgot the precise day and moment
When Yourself I beheld, oh Peerless One;
But even now love's honey gives a swing in psyche
When about You I do think, my Darling.

From the vibrance of blue firmament,
What a sound comes floating on the wind!
I lose myself in its form and color,
In the heavens' fond obsession.
Life got kneaded with that pollen,
Its sweet scent, a fragrance that with psyche mixed.
In that selfsame tune was the song You sang today;
Immaculate the impure one became.

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