In a grove of tal and tamal trees,[1]
Oh Who came in new clothing?
Door of psyche opening,
Myself You fetched for Your deeds.
By rainfall the earth is flooded;
Lost in just the One, heart's hoofprints.[2]
Plangent is the mind, with You abrim,
Amid a fragrance delighting.
United in thought are hell and heavens,
Everybody's dance with same cadence.
The sole-purpose necklace vibrated,
An iota of Your grace they beseech.
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In thought of You we get subsumed.
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