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Why had You come when You will leave... | |||
You'd smiled just to make me cry endlessly! | |||
Even | Even now, in my pleasure garden blows a vernal breeze; | ||
On the | On octave, the Diipak Raag{{#tag:ref|According to legend, [[:wikipedia:Tansen|Tansen]], a renowned bard in the imperial court of [[:wikipedia:Akbar|Akbar]], could ignite oil lamps merely by singing his Diipak Raga. Here, the Diipak Raga is clearly not just a reference to a style of classical melody but also a metaphor for intense spiritual longing.|group="nb"}} tells its story. | ||
With the floral pollen floats a fragrant assembly; | |||
Billowy is love's sea. | |||
My moon has | |||
My moon has gone missing inside yon cloud ebony; | |||
Heart's blood races toward it with vehement speed. | |||
Those moved by music waken with devotion in prosody; | |||
The ocean of emotion is overflowing. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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