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He was with me day and night,  
He was mine,
absorbed in the core of my heart.
With me day and night.
At innermost He was lodged,
But Him I could not recognize...
Though seeing, I saw not.


I could not recognise him,  
With the crimson glow of daybreak's sun,
I could not understand him
To Earth He brought music from heaven.
even though i was observing him.  
Though listening, I heard not that tune;
By its notes I was not enthused.


With the red radiance of the morning sun,  
With the midday's fiery sun
He brought a heavenly melody to the earth.
Always to dance havoc in rhythm,
I did not listen to that melody attentively
Thundrously he kept calling, but in fear
and did not get intoxicated by its tune.  
I did not draw near.


Under the mid-noon sun,  
Mid the pallid light of sundown,
dancing through a devastating rhythm,
In a conch-like sound His voice rings out;
a thunderous voice called me,
But with the wine of pride, drunk was I...
but due to fear,
I could not offer reply.
I did not go closer.
 
In the agony of the late noon,
Your sound resonated conch-shell-like.
But intoxicated with ego,  
I did not respond to it.
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