What light did You scatter
In this my mental garden?
Blooms were blown with ardent scent,
Danced to and fro with sweetness.
On heady wind, wings wide-opened,
Fairies fly to music-beat and rhythm.
A colored world and painted mind,
Having gained You in secret.
Please don't go, remain here;
Staying abandoned psyche does not fancy.
Forgotten is all craving and obtaining;
With You in meditation I have been excited.
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No colors of this world rival the glory of Your presence.
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