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At some golden moment{{#tag:ref|One ''prahar'' is equal to about three hours.|group="nb"}} along the flow of melody, | |||
You had come; does anybody know it? | |||
Mind You intoxicated, heart You made replete; | |||
Unbeknown to all You lavished perfect consciousness. | |||
So many a season has gone by subsequently; | |||
So much stream of water has merged into the sea. | |||
Smiled and been shed have gone blooms aplenty, | |||
Subject to no reckoning, mixed with time's abyss. | |||
Since that same moment,{{#tag:ref|One ''kśań'' is equal to about four minutes. Both ''prahar'' and ''kśań'' may be used in a figurative sense to signify a short span of time, a ''moment''.|group="nb"}} I am expectant; | |||
I have kept on counting the minutes, the seconds.{{#tag:ref|One ''pal'' is equal to 24 seconds. One ''anupal'' equals a minuscule fraction of a second. Both signify a very short span of time, a ''trice''.|group="nb"}} | |||
and | Wounded by fatigue, I've gotten prone to slumber; | ||
My mental agony, does anyone fathom it? | |||
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