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O the most charming and enchanting lord, you smile amidst
Beautiful, You are psyche-captivating;
assemblage of honeybees. for you wholeheartedly, i sigh with
The bright smile on a [[:wikipedia:Carpenter bee|black-bee]] colony.
impulse. with your ideation, the southern wind blows, due to your
Only on account of You, the heart is replete;
mercy, my mind is sweetened. by your effulgence and inspiration,
I am full of jubilation overflowing.
the sky is smeared with the greatness of love. the fragrance of flower
 
wants heavenly sweetness; the distant blueness of the sky is with
South wind blows by Your thought;
decorated eyes. the fragrance of mind goes on floating. without
And by Your kindness my heart's full of nectar.
a chance of pause.  
With Your implication, with Your inspiration,
Sky is overspread by the glory of love.
 
With flower-fragrance, heaven craves sweetness,
Etched on eyes and on the far blue firmament.
Floating off, psychic pollen sets out adrift;
Not a bit of scope is there for it to idle.
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