Like the moon

(1133)  Snigdha samiire ese

Arriving on a breeze refreshing,
To which flower did You give a shaking?
At the end of pride and vanity,
Whose sweetness did You take without asking?

You arrived and left without warning;
Oh the Moon, better that feels!
By dint of You having appeared,
Disquietude, it simply does increase.
But You came not for that indeed;
With form and color You delighted psyche.

Such a liila, so extraordinary,
Every minute new, continually!
In Your love, all hope exceeding,
You gave everything and asked for nothing.

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