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In dense clouds of the blue sky  
In the [[:wikipedia:Kohl (cosmetics)|kohl]] of eyes, like deep blue sky,
like the dark mark of the eyes,  
On a colored lotus He flashes.
colourful lotus flashes.
He shakes up thought, He sways the mind,
It gives a jerk to thoughts,  
With a swing fastened by strings of flowers.
shakes the mind,  
 
and oscillates on the swing of floral rope.
For so many days, even by mistake I don't think of Him;
For such a long time,  
I don't want to hold Him, the core of heart within.
i never thought of him even by mistake,
Suddenly a swaying came, mind was overwhelmed;
and did not want to catch hold of him
Now oblivion just does not happen.
in the core of heart.  
 
suddenly the oscillation came,  
Every delicate propensity had been sleeping
the mind became restless,
In mind's jewel-studded room, a sweet covering.
now it cannot be forgotten.  
From what origin they all got awakened;
the tender propensities of the mind
Mind swoons upon a tune, only His.
that were sleeping,  
the sweet perfect attitude of mind
in its casket wondered what had happened.
They all awakened swooning the mind
at his tune.
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