A many-splendored love

(3275) Tomar phager rag legeche

Your gulal's color has been smeared
On this month of Falgun today.
In my garden of psyche
With dyes are the dried branches traced;
They obtained floral array
Upon Your coming.

Cuckoo and peacock have begun cooing a strain:
None is alone, even in a desolate waste;
The pollen of Your love is sprayed
With ankle-bells jingling.

I know that You glance and see:
All who have accepted You are in drunken frenzy,
Effusive on getting Thee
With smiling bath of liberty.

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