My Silent Caller

(2326)  Phalgune mor phulavane

At springtime, in my flower garden,
Oh Who came, a mystery?
I could not recognize, I did not make welcome;
You smiled, but no word did You speak.

With Your pulse You filled the earth;
By Your cadence came a stir.
On Your viewing was consumed in a moment
Every prohibition worldly.

Though it was not spoken, You hold dear;
There was no necessity of verbosity.
In a speechless language, through a sweet glance,
You dispensed a kindly mercy.

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