On a gentle gust of wind yonder moon does rise
Upon the remote sky with ambrosial smile.
With Fall's exposition, what do the jasmine of night express
To the Kans grass, wholly manifest?
Encircling a flower hums the Bumblebee;
My psyche dances on observing Thee.
A brimming heart, it goes on telling,
With emotion swelling, the story of Your deeds.
At present, impediments the mind wants to cleave,
To continue doing just Your work constantly,
Flinging behind me all shyness and fear...
And coating with sweetness, exultantly.
Upon the remote sky with ambrosial smile.
With Fall's exposition, what do the jasmine of night express
To the Kans grass, wholly manifest?
Encircling a flower hums the Bumblebee;
My psyche dances on observing Thee.
A brimming heart, it goes on telling,
With emotion swelling, the story of Your deeds.
At present, impediments the mind wants to cleave,
To continue doing just Your work constantly,
Flinging behind me all shyness and fear...
And coating with sweetness, exultantly.
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On autumn's arrival, mission becomes clear.
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