The genuine You

(2281)  Aloker ei jharnadharay, snan karate ke go ele

In this same fount of effulgence,
To make bathe, oh Who came?
With a gold crown on Your pate,
On a flower garden You applied paint.

Having met, I think I know, I distinguish,
The respected Gentleman, love's representative.
To scatter motley mental states,
Arrows You loosed from a rainbow.

When there were no hues, no tints,
This beauty, where had it been hid?
And why indeed this Man of light–
Life You filled through color's flambeau.

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