Tonight I feel Your touch

(2804)  Ei varsanasnata nishiithe

On this very night rain-cleansed,
Filled by a screwpine's pollen,
With many a rhythm and scent,
Psyche races, as if what to get?

On this night is a stream of compassion;
Pupils, entwined with passion tremendous.
Amid the gloom are heaps of love,
Conveyed by Whom there and then?

This night, may it arrive often,
Mingled with a speechless mind's sweetness,
With veena's octave like caress,
A clatter having raised in secret.

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