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On a pond of form You appeared, the form-free jewel, | |||
Everybody's ocean-churned gem. | |||
Beyond thought You entered it, there made mind replete; | |||
The heavens and the netherworld, they wed. | |||
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From crimson dawn to evening ruddy, | |||
With just floral pollen a day red-flushed You bring. | |||
Only Your affection the world goes on bearing; | |||
Whatever the desire, You are commended. | |||
the world goes on | |||
Filled with darkness upon the night's coming, | |||
with the | A star-studded sky fetches a smile sweet. | ||
On a flight of geese neath moonlight soars Your respect; | |||
Of the whole earth You are its complete adornment. | |||
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