No need for a parade

(2744)  Asile na kena mor phulavane

At my floral grove, why did You not appear,
Stealthily, on silent feet?
Known to none, divined by no one,
With eyes smiling, I would have been seeing.

In my floral grove, Lord, there are no thorns;
Fallen leaves, never do I cast off.
Notwithstanding, lest abide crest and trough,
Kindly come most cautiously.

Stayed with young grass has a slimness of body;
With the blossom-buds, a fine scent inheres.
With fantail spread, mind's peacock is dancing,
A cadence, by sweetness accompanied.

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