My far-distant Darling,
He calls and calls to me,
With lure of flute on heart and psyche
Within rifts of my reverie.
I don't want to give reply,
But He goes on calling day and night,
With exotic melody at the house of core feeling,
Amid boughs of mind blossoming.
That very same darling, He is time-transcendent,
Beyond thought, the Unseen Sweetness.
Love's moon, it is only He,
Smeared by pollen of ecstasy.
He calls and calls to me,
With lure of flute on heart and psyche
Within rifts of my reverie.
I don't want to give reply,
But He goes on calling day and night,
With exotic melody at the house of core feeling,
Amid boughs of mind blossoming.
That very same darling, He is time-transcendent,
Beyond thought, the Unseen Sweetness.
Love's moon, it is only He,
Smeared by pollen of ecstasy.
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