Formless, where had You been?
When You came down, in form You appeared.
By song, the world You frenzied;
In sound a cadence You did bring.
Neither had there been a summer nor a monsoon;
There had been no autumn with succulent dew.
There had been no one to speak to, no refuge;
Time-transcending, You had been asleep.
Prewinter, winter, and spring, some person
Was not rousing waves at the heart's core.
Anyone, by touch of hand happily,
Wasn't playing a lute with tune and beat.
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