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Why has the unknown traveller come today?
Today the Unknown Traveler has come for what reason;
Nectar He has conferred on the floral garden.
In His own hand He has held a paintbrush,
And with dyes He has been brightening petals of flowers.


He poured honey into the floral garden,  
In His eyes and on His face rise a pure simplicity;
lifting the bucket with his own hands.
While in demeanor has abided strictness and sincerity.
He coloured the flower petals with hue.  
He is everyone's beloved, well worthy to be esteemed;
Ever smiling, ever dancing, He has come running.


On his eyes and face,  
Everyone is His own, no one is a foe;
simplicity appears
All are prized more than life, He always deems it so.
and in his dealings remains firmness
With such devotion in rhythm, tune, and music mode,
and straightforwardness.
He has brought with Him love's basketload.
 
He is loved and respected by all.
He rushes on with smile and dance.
 
All are his own.
No one is indifferent to him.
He considers all his dearest.
 
With love, rhythm and melody,  
He has brought gift of love.
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