The magic of tears

(2607)  Ei sajala samiire susmitadhare

On this same humid wind, with lips gently smiling,
You'd arrived at my dwelling.
I did not beg to come, did not tell to sit;
But happiness was in my tears.

Spreading it Yourself You had taken seat;
You had known the news of well-being.
Love's bouquet You had kept preserving,
With its blooms scented sweetly.

Again has come a soggy breeze;
Your song has gone on, heard by ear.
With unobstructed luster, instantly thrilling,
It has set afloat on ocean of melody.

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