You are mine, only mine;
Around the horizon on the vast firmament,
Smiling, just one moon has plied.
In each corner of the mind, at my rumination's depths,
In a garden decked with blooms having a sweet scent,
Musing on You I move, I speak only of Thee;
You are the honey in a humdrum life.
Dejection's cloud arrives and floats at the northeast edge;
Far off it withdraws on Your mild breeze from the southwest.
Except for You nobody else is my own;
To a heart defeated, You are the cherished ally.
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