Come Lord, come into my mind secretly.
None will know, none will see, this same visit;
By ear, none will ever hear.
A shrine have I bedecked in mind, cleansed by tears,
With sandal fragrance raising a scent sweet.
A psyche with collection motley, with flowers diverse aplenty,
Pouring out sweetness zealously.
Rain I've kept forgetting, I've forgotten year and season;
Of You I have thought day and night, evening and dawn.
You draw me adjacent, all delusion having torn,
Cogitation rectifying.
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All I do is watch for You to arrive.
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