Next life I will do better

(2358)  Puspe puspe tomari madhurii

In every bloom is just Your sweetness;
Nectar oozes from each pollen spore.
Upon mind's mirror You I did not search for,
Who binds all with the string of love.

Filled with honey, You are vastly pleasing;
On the earth You have poured affection's heap.
Remaining inattentive at my crude, remote region,
Yourself to my home I failed to summon.

Even when I forgot, You did not forget;
Behind the screen of eyes, me You did not neglect.
Absorbed in my thoughts, seated in seclusion,
On that alone I now brood, revisiting oft.

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