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O lord of the heart, in the world of songs you go on gliding,
You have gone skating in the field of song,
all alone. from your time immemorial origin, on the infinite path,
By Yourself, my Sweetheart...
marking with colours. vibrating with melody, rhythm and tunes,
Without cause from Your start,
the sweetness of ideation is spread. the thoughts go on merging
On a route unbounded, painted with love.
the realm beyond thoughts, even vibrating the nebulae. there is
 
no place where there is no song. the light of life is obtained in
Having grown lively to tempo, beat, and tune,
the heart. the fragrance of life goes on spreading absorbed in the
The sweetness of mood, it has got diffused...
nectar juice of love.  
Contemplation goes on mingling with the Absolute,
And made to vibrate is the nebula.
 
Like a place without song, there is none anywhere;
Lightrays of existence we find in the heart only...
And the heart's pollen that we go on scattering,
By love is it smeared through amity's elixir.
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