(532) Marmaramukhara madhavii mayate
Madhavii is murmuring affectionately,
And so the peacock of my mind is prancing.
In a fickle wind flirting with the shade,
My heart, what does it crave?
Many times I've come, and much I've loved;
Still You won't be held by me nor take my proffered seat.
Today, in sunlight's play with cloud's embrace,
Silently, I summon Thee inside my heart.
No more can I bear the torment,
Searching constantly, time and again.
Having now dispensed a speck of mercy,
Please come near, You please come near.
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