The magic of music

(3168)  Niiravatate asoniko

You arrived not in silence;
With many a song You came.
Trickery You don't forget,
But to love You grant embrace.

Hey my Most Beloved with smiling pollen,
With bright mementos in a world peerless,
Hope You fulfilled at break of day.

Those remote are moved close, lassoed by a magic net;
Overcome by impurity, teeming with filthiness,
On their mind a coating of sweetness You made.

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