I draw You near,
Aside all mind-qualms having set.
I know that no one else is there,
Who, after touching heart, myself comprehends.
Many days arrive and go off;
Many nights make eyes give forth.
Many ages to the dark are lost;
Stolen is the sweetness of life.
I have found You in gladness and distress,
In the dejection in a desert's breast.
With nectar is the mind's bewitchment,
Outside of desire when lost I get.
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Your maya can be delightful when You are the one and only star in sight.
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