A garland of songs upon Your neck
Worn did I afford, my Dearest Love.
Adjacent may it stay, there's honeyed scent
Ever-novel from my heart.
Whatever blooms had been in my garden,
With a sweet perfume and hues incomparable,
All of them had been eager,
To obtain You, hey the Peerless One.
All arrive with liila's strong attachments;
Yon they float, on only having come afresh.
They cry and laugh in rhythm of movement,
To a rainbow analogous.
You alone transcend tempus;
Unto You, many salutations.
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In every life from my core let Your tunes exude.
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