You had come

(3264)  Tomar amar priitir e har

This necklace of fondness, Yours and mine,
Who had strung... You not I, please confess.
I had been on a world of dust,
Above ground, an earthen lamp clutching,
Morn and eve saluting Thee, my Love.

In my hand had been a string of jasmine,
Coated with exuded nectar and heart's pollen.
Vaejayanti garland upon Your clavicle,
You descended with Kaostubha's splendor.

I'd offered up my sense of 'I' in a wreath,
All boundaries of meanness forgetting.
My entire being arose swaying;
Birth You took from the state of perfection.

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