Nectar to the blooms and moon to the clouds,
In which tune with form and color them have You bound...
In mental rays of many hues
Through jeweled lamps You have strewn?
To classify as mine, nothing was there;
To take my love, no one appeared...
But, privately, You whispered in my ears:
"I am residing in the smiling neep."
All those who have nobody, You belong to them;
Amid the transitory, You are the quintessence...
You have gone on drifting, beaming an enchanting grin,
Yourself diffusing via scent of incense.
In which tune with form and color them have You bound...
In mental rays of many hues
Through jeweled lamps You have strewn?
To classify as mine, nothing was there;
To take my love, no one appeared...
But, privately, You whispered in my ears:
"I am residing in the smiling neep."
All those who have nobody, You belong to them;
Amid the transitory, You are the quintessence...
You have gone on drifting, beaming an enchanting grin,
Yourself diffusing via scent of incense.
Only the dispossessed may receive everything.
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