(526) Dhupe diipe manera madhute
With candles, incense, and the honey of my psyche,
I am making an altar for Thee.
My Darling, being late You only
Leave me swimming in tears.
Taking pains, a garland I am stringing;
I've laid out my flower tray sincerely.
With but a tender smile, come sit so near
That all my wanting and receiving is complete.
With restless thoughts, toward You I am moving;
But with steady incantation, of You I am thinking.
With pollen that love and devotion sprinkled,
With nectar's essence, a song I am composing.
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At some stage the singer and the song become one.
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