Burning time

(1492)  Raktima prate alo jhara hate

At crimson morning, with light-dripping hands,
You had come, being compassionate.
In two eyes the honeyed smile had been;
And the sweet flute was upon rosy lips.

Just arrived, You said: "I go;
For lingering, I've no scope.
I have no temporal bondage–
How will you hold in time's vessel?"

I said: "Take me with;
Please make me timeless.
Bringing me outside of time,
Know that Your work is done fine."

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