(976) Tumi sakal hiyar madhyamani
You are every heart's most precious thing,[1]
Heaven's floral fragrance, never fading.
Within my anáhat[2] had You arrived,
It would have been a great delight.
Why not let Yourself be held;
You love but do not speak.
In creation, station, and termination,
You're engaged throughout the year.
The fire of melody You dispersed in forest after forest;
Devotion You supplied in mind after mind.
You're the Eternal Traveler
And warm breath of my life.
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