You are distant from close-by;
Mind innate, mind You've kept on seeing;
Yourself I cannot espy.
Mid the bloom You have poured a fragrance sweet;
You have gone on dancing with desert and tree.
The persons neglected You have drawn near;
But through Game You make me cry.
You are restless like the water of a stream;
Billowing are You within life's anxiety.
A jewel in the sea, You are glittering,
Both at inside and outside.
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