Under Your spell

(2511)  Ar kata kal balo kata kal

How much longer, do say, oh how long
Will I go on counting moments, stay watching the path?
Will it wilt and dry up, the mind's lotus stalk?

Getting detached, chignon's braid has dropped;
From tears kohl is getting mopped.
Forehead's teep and lamp of ghee,
Lackluster each dusk to dawn.

The flower's petals have turned wan;
Nectar of bud, with none has it got on.
Fallen has the blossom, outstanding are the thorns;
Such a web of magic You have spawned!

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