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Under the open sky on this early morning, | |||
The words in my heart that were concealed, | |||
in | Without hesitation will I speak to Thee, | ||
I | Oh Mind-Thief, Love's Acme. | ||
I | In the flower I have seen its tremendous sweetness, | ||
And I could understand Whose is that pleasantness. | |||
The loveliness that's in the peacock-tail or lotus, | |||
It is just Your beauty's minute portrait. | |||
The sweet chiming of bells and lyre's gentle humming, | |||
They are but Your affection's precious offering. | |||
Whatever is auspicious, all experience that's holy, | |||
On each and everything Your nectar is smeared. | |||
The sweet | |||
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