Coated by the fragrance of magnolia,
Via psyche's light-rays, I have beheld You,
Painted with the kohl of affection.
From infinite origin, You have appeared;
With endless significance You've held dear.
What have You not done– the heart You've made replete;
You had been enveloped in a golden love.
By raiment of forest-blooms, honey You have smeared;
In the psychic casket, You have gone on dancing.
You have pardoned and ignored failings or deficiencies;
Alone, You have made, broken, and then made one and all.
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The whole cosmos dances to Your tune.
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