Looking toward the path I am seated;
Come, oh Darling, to my dwelling.
Renouncing drowsiness alert have I been,
Under moonlight's sorcery.
Dearest One, Earth's ambrosial essence,
Among those near and dear, the most intimate,
Having rid my narrowness,
Like a tree in the desert do appear.
Cosmic vitality and honey of a bud,
The full moon on blue sky of autumn,
Just Yourself alone the psychic bee,
In this very world, wants to go on viewing.
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