I believe

(2819)  Ei alojhara phalgunii sandhyay

With this lustrous springtime twilight,
Under moonlight's bathing,
Upon gazing at Your path, by a breeze dyed,
To any mind does not come fatigue.

How many ages have vanished this way is not in memory;
Crying in the dark, many springs have gone missing.
Where You'd been and in what fashion You had beamed,
Just like that, in cadence and song You be.

I know not how many ages in like way will leave,
Or when You will arrive with love's plenty.
By cognition's resonance in mind's private cranny,
With my life the moon of distant sky will meet.

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