Friday, August 5, 2022

My Lover is unique

(2352)  Maner gahane saroruha vane

In mental depths at lotus bower,
That same bee,[1] he had arrived.
Humming as if he poured affection,
Surging was the pond of mind.

Classing this bee does not succeed...
From whence he came, to where he leaves,
Having instilled devotion through rhythm and melody,
With many colors bright.

Finding a likeness to the bee does not succeed...
He wakens inclination with unspoken speech.
Song gets sung in a throat unaccompanied,
Those notes transcending time.

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