(717) Tomar saunge mor paricay
With You my acquaintance is
A tale of not just two or four ages.[1]
It's not enscribed in history;
No one knows the story.
The first year arrived;
The first rains appeared.
Pleasure smiled, having received
The kindness of Your mind.
Nectar entered the first flower;
The moon's face shone with the fun.
A gentle breeze came in, bearing
The exuberance of joy's attainment,
The tenderness of Your great heart.
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His benevolence has been raining down from the start.
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