Come You, please come Master;
Decorated is the temple.
Every minute, every second,
Yourself mind has contemplated.
I'm surrounding with tender leaves;
With flowers I have strung a wreath.
An altar on the sandalwood of psyche
Has remained sweetly scented.
Act of waiting from the days of yore
Is craving and attaining of devotion.
Please stay distant, do not come;
Within love You're adjacent.
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Fulfilling is my love for Thee.
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