On final investigation

(3140)  Atanu rage anurage

With immense love and fondness,
Who came floating upon floral pollen?
He speaks not a word, only remains watching
An incipient bud of a small rose garden.

Today with passion psyche is replete;
The river of emotion is lost upstream.
Only He realizes at whose enticement
Gladly He arrived in this environment.

And so today I cannot know
Why in a hundred forms just one do I behold.
Having been a hundredfold, only one history
In many modes, why it smiles on firmament.

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