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O lord,
I've forgot the precise day and moment
I have forgotten the day and the time,
When Yourself I beheld, oh Peerless One;
when i saw you,
But even now love's honey gives a swing in psyche
O incomparable one!
When about You I do think, my Darling.


Even today,
From the vibrance of blue firmament,
Your loving nectar swings my mind,
What a sound comes floating on the wind!
whenever i think of you,
I lose myself in its form and color,
O my most beloved!
In the heavens' fond obsession.
 
Life got kneaded with that pollen,
The sound that comes in the air,
Its sweet scent, a fragrance that with psyche mixed.
floating by the vibration of the blue sky...
In that selfsame tune was the song You sang today;
in its beauty and colour,
Immaculate the impure one became.
I lose myself,
in the infinite's loving impulse.
 
The life that was smeared by your cosmic dust...
its fragrance embraced my mind.
The song that you sang,
its melody,
today turned impure into purest.
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