Neath moonlight but smeared by this inertia sleepy,
Psyche goes on floating, it goes on floating.
It does not manage to fathom anything:
Wherefrom it has come or whereto it proceeds.
With a throbbing fragrance Who is He, goes on calling;
With a pleasing sweetness a song Who does sing?
Like the dew under light He excites with song and beat;
Life, it is sparkling.
Unknown Traveler, today the welcome guest You be;
You came into core of heart, dressed up charmingly.
Only this kindness I pray at Your lotus feet:
Go on staying within me privately.
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The only thing I know is that I want You always inside me.
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