(1423) Tomar amar bhalabasa
The friendship of Yours and mine–
One of us knows it; the other knows not.
Small to Great with love is tied–
One of us admits that; the other does not.
The garland is built with string of tiny flowers–
Dispensed and empty is love's wicker basket.[1]
Upon a small water-drop, the mighty sun–
Brightly it rises; but one of us sees that not.
A puny atom, the power it may possess–
Its innate intellect, that can never comprehend.
In a meager blossom, what honey does ripple–
In that alone is stored all mystic endeavor.
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Please don't spurn my love... that is all I have to offer.
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