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-O Lord,
+You came, bringing a beat that is alluring;
-You came with enchanting rhythm,
+With tune and tempo You wove such a web of magic.
-melody and tunes!
+You departed, going and taking souls somewhere,
-What sort of illusory web did you create?
+Leaving without giving any final notice.
-You left, taking with you the core of my being
+A distant nebula smeared with paste of sandalwood,
-and not pronouncing the last word.
+That's where mental peacocks spread their wings.
+In arbor after arbor, neath a canopy of aphorism,
+Into mind-shrines so much nectar You exuded.
-The distant nebula is painted with sandal paste.
+Oh please come upon an insane breeze;
-It is there
+Let my mind's honeybee chase after Thee.
-that my mental peacock spreads its wings.
+Getting You, I would sacrifice a tiny, obsolete memory,
+Heart's agony, retrieved from the shore-rending sea.
-What sort of nectar did you pour,
-into the garden of words, into each and every bush
-and into mental temples?
-Come into the frenzied wind
-that my mental bee may rush unto you.
-The lost memories of my past,
-I shall offer you.
-O eternal bestower,
-You float all pains of my heart into the unlimited.
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