In this pleasure grove

(443)  Alora mela kare je khela

The sport made by a gala of light
Privately in my life...
I have caught it, and I've gleaned
It's Your liila with me personally.

Studiously I weave Your victory wreath,
And fill my tray^[1] with scented yearning.
Memories of lost joy are revived
In a corner of my mind.

With dawn's crimson color I paint
The days that yet to me remain.
Mind's ecstasy and heart's gusto
Undulate in this pleasure grove.

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