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O lord, i hoped that i shall decorate you with flower
In mind was a hope that Yourself I'll adorn
petals from my own garden. that desire was not fulfilled
With petals of flowers from my own garden.
and time passed, by impact of dewdrops, the flowers
Time went by... unrealized was my ambition;
withered away. i myself made a bed of flowers and kept
Struck by frost, the flowers vanished.
it wet carefully. i had pored the honey of my heart into
 
those flowers, for offering you o bee. with the boundary
On my own a flowerbed I am preparing;
of time all go and come. i assume that my garden would
Water I have sprinkled painstakingly.
again smile and your image would ever appear with
Into those blooms heart's nectar I have poured;
love and affection each moment.
For to You, oh Honeybee, that will I offer...
 
Time-defeated, everything goes and comes;
But my garden may yet smile once more,
So that Your portrait may forever drift
With love and devotion moment after moment...
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