Maybe You like art

(2857)  Tomar e liila priya

Love, this Your sport divine,
How does reason fathom!
On water fire You ignite;
The poles with silver are adorned.

Why oh why had You come;
And why did You go far off,
Leaving me abandoned,
Wasteland thirsts among?

Yourself oft having called,
Many a night I have cried.
In thought of You continuous,
Drowsiness I've ignored.
You came not, nonetheless;
Never You looked back afresh.
But You arrived this night ahush;
To dance and song You succumbed.

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