On this clear late-night with a sweetly mild breeze,
Why are You remote, my Love?
Coming with the lower lip dyed and made ruddy,
Please remove my extreme delusion.
Lying abed, in dream, in sleep, or on waking,
Within hearing and cogitation I recall You only.
In absence of You, to me who else belongs,
The string of love to get a garland strung!
Oh the Innermost, You smile inside of me,
Lightening the load earthly.
Whelming with cadence and a lute's jingling,
To the night of existence, You convey the dawn.
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Sunday, April 21, 2024
I have given You my everything
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Ending this night of mine, please bring morning.
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