(1575) Tomari ashay din kete jay
In hope of You only, my days go by
Throughout many decades... don't You realize?
Oh my Bosom Friend, lacking sweetness,
You are callous, and I know not why!
Many flowers blossom, many flowers drop down;
With a water-torrent arrives a cloud.
You don't come, You don't comprehend the pain;
In Your mind allowing mine, You do not associate.
A very loving moon, with magic radiant,
A nectar ultra-sweet, surpassing the palate...
Even with this moon honey does not carry on,
Should it be that near to me He appeared not.
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I see no good reason that You keep me hanging on.
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