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Lord, please come into my heart-lotus. | |||
You | You left, saying You'd return; | ||
But too many a night has passed. | |||
Now, no one is wearing flower garlands; | |||
I | I too don't fasten one to my chignon. | ||
In my dry eyes, the world has lost its beauty; | |||
the beauty | You've taken that grace away, oh Heart Thief. | ||
In my mind, not a single song is sung; | |||
Within mind's ambit, no tune is struck. | |||
Beyond earshot they've all been removed; | |||
Marooned am I in cloud-covered gloom. | |||
not a single | |||
is struck. | |||
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