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At twilight's sea on the far sky, | |||
The blood-red writing You inscribed– | |||
Its tracing won't fade away | |||
From my mind at any time. | |||
any time | |||
I have blended with Your color; | |||
My lost self I have abandoned– | |||
By Your love, through tear and smile, | |||
You dispensed the joy of life. | |||
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Lord, a game keeps getting made with color; | |||
On each side color-full is Your exhibition– | |||
In that flow | In that [[:wikipedia:Lila (Hinduism)|sportive]] flow, nectar with delight, | ||
with | My Beloved, You came nigh. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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