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This spring,
In a Phalgun{{#tag:ref|A Spring month from mid-February to mid-March.]].|group="nb"}} flower garden, with a song full of rhythm,
into my floral garden,  
Who are You that appeared at my lonely retreat?
with songs full of rhythm,  
A hundred were the private thoughts, every one hidden;
who is that coming to me individually?
But to You will I speak, confidentially.


All the hundreds of hidden facts of my mind,
Hey the Heart-Stealer, hear my language bashful,
I shall narrate to you, in person.  
Cast off and getting lost, rhythm and hymn befuddled.
You've arrived in floral garden; in mind's grove please appear–
With all of my psyche, I go on singing.


O stealer of mind, listen to my shy language,  
You are life's vitality, and You possess a noble heart;
it has lost and mislaid
After filling up existence, You are honing every song.
all binding threads of rhythm and song.
Having spun round and round Thee like belled anklets on Your feet,
 
That to relinquish, mind does fancy.
You came into my floral garden,
into my mental garden.
All songs are sung in my mind only.
 
O life of all life,  
You are the great life.  
 
Whatever songs i rehearsed
throughout my life,
all centre around your feet and ankle bells.
 
My everything i offer unto your feet.
This is the sole desire of my mind.
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