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O lord, with each rhythm and sweet bliss, you had
With many rhythms and sweet ecstasy,
come into my mind, in isolation. there was no one to
You'd arrived inside my psyche...
witness except you and me. the buds of bela',  
At a lonesome place, my Dear, a location lonely.
camelii and campak unfolding their petals expressed welcome.
As witness, there had been no other...
You looked at me opening the eyes and i was sitting unmindfully.
With two people, You and me.
The sandal breeze blew during that spring, there was no body to
 
obstruct that. it rushed from beginninglessness to endlessness,
The [[:wikipedia:Jasminum_sambac|bela]], [[:wikipedia:Jasminum grandiflorum|chameli]], and [[:wikipedia:Magnolia champaca|champak]] buds,
singing your song through whisper.  
Spreading their petals, offered welcome.
Eyes opening, You had observed;
But I had sat unmindful...
 
In spring there was a gentle wind,
And none was there to hinder it.
From Sourceless does it run to Endless,
Having crooned Your song in whispers.
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