At a pleasure grove You arrived and then left,
Whereto, please say where.
Graciously, embrace You'd granted;
Gone away, day passes in tears.
Had You not granted embrace, it's a kindness;
Who has power that will make You held?
Those abrim with egotism fall down bent and broken;
They don't find peace in the least.
Dearest, You are equanimity's foundation;
You keep purging all the gloom of infatuation.
Mid thunderclaps, in hurricane and tempest,
Coruscates Your light-beam.
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I would follow Your light anywhere.
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