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With the arrival of spring season, today flowers are
With the Spring's arrival,
blooming on each branch. in the secret garden of mind,
Flowers have now bloomed on every branch.
I could think of him as if without shyness. on my petals,
In the mind's private garden,
honey was smeared, covering shyness, fear and errors.
After contemplating Him, why do I get abashed?
My waiting for ages was completed and all the actions
 
became fruitful. i do not want him to go out and want to
Nectar had been plastered on my petals,
keep him held in the mind. i fear that king of kings
Covering the shame-and-fear based flaw.
may not forget me suddenly.  
But watchful waiting for eons was over;
Fruitful now was all of my labor.
 
I don't want Him to carry on outside of me;
I prefer to keep Him held inside of psyche.
My fear is that on some day suddenly,
He may forget me, oh the King of Kings.
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