How much amorous play do You know!
With approach into far, light into darkness,
You bring separation with a hoax of lovers' tryst.
Upon flower pollen, You float off to a distance;
Mixed with love and devotion, You add infinite heaven.
Through a legion of thoughts, a necklace of imaginations,
You crochet the tangling web of sorrow and happiness.
Understanding of the formless You, it does not transpire;
Even knowing in the mind, Yourself I don't recognize.
From the far horizon, on some boundless sky,
With love myself You entice.
With approach into far, light into darkness,
You bring separation with a hoax of lovers' tryst.
Upon flower pollen, You float off to a distance;
Mixed with love and devotion, You add infinite heaven.
Through a legion of thoughts, a necklace of imaginations,
You crochet the tangling web of sorrow and happiness.
Understanding of the formless You, it does not transpire;
Even knowing in the mind, Yourself I don't recognize.
From the far horizon, on some boundless sky,
With love myself You entice.
Lord, do You never tire of this game?
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