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With sweetness-coated eyes, | |||
Why did You peer into the mind? | |||
Full of munificent affection, | |||
Into mouth You poured ambrosia. | |||
What I've yearned for in my meditation, | |||
You | That moon I have etched upon my spirit, | ||
Presently, that same entity's very essence... | |||
Come in person, You submitted. | |||
Of this moon there is no wane-or-waxing; | |||
It's completely full,{{#tag:ref|Here the Bangla employs an idiom based on old astronomy that classified the fullness of the moon in terms of 16 ''digits'', 16 being the fullest.|group="nb"}} continually. | |||
I find it in the thought-realm only, | |||
With moonlight replete on gentle breeze. | |||
It | |||
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