On the splendid chariot You had arrived,
Scattering a stream of light.
It mattered not there was no invite;
Unasked sweetness You applied.
All the accumulated weariness,
It moved far aside in a moment.
In a whirlpool of grime
Love awakened.
Familiar or unfamiliar mind does not heed;
Having spread wings of kinship it glides.
Filled with tears is my history;
In a minute, 'twas entwined with ecstasy
At every pore were love's tidings;
Hearing and memory You fully satisfied.
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Maybe I did not invite, but pleased was I when You arrived with unexpected light I crave.
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