The Flautist

(1305)  Madhumakha sure venuka pure

With honey-coated melody, to my house the Flautist,
You had come in cadence after cadence.
With many a musical key inside mind's pavilion,
You did make ambrosia run mid liila's illusion.

With lustrous anklets smiling bright in ripples,
Sweetly entertaining inside psyche's temple,
In a charming dance-fashion, unenjoyed as yet,
For all of eternity, You produced vibration.

Left unimpeded by that grand enlightenment,
The psychic peacock ever rushes, dancing ahead.
Into Infinity all thought and words get lost,
At exquisite beauty's final shore.

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