On new-moon night's ending,
You entered, Dear, internally.
Everything dark moved aside;
On eastern sky the light appeared.
Oh what's this on lotus and stem!
I notice a game You've constructed.
Hiding shyness, eyes bent down,
Say I crave Thee, inside deep.
The ebon night had arrived;
In torpor had it been disguised.
Ignored was all, vile or benign,
Constricted by the ties of my misbelief.
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And vanishes the night inside.
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