Ever a mystery

(2812)  Betasa kuinje esechilo se je

In a grove of bamboo, oh He had appeared;
Due to whom, not a bit I caught on?
Identify, He let not; realize, He let not–
Any words of His own He spoke not.

Gazing at my face, He had only beamed,
Taking from the lower lip a sweetness heavenly.
Sky and wind had overwhelmed me;
And yet to recognize Him I could not.

When He did go away, by His own activity,
It was in floral dress amid a light shining.
Pleased by song, with dance throbbing,
That day's tale, still I forgot it not.

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