So this same honeyed night may not cease,
That it might not disappear,
With argent moon at peak of moonlight,
Mind goes on surging.
Love had been replete inside the mind;
Nevertheless existence found no springtime.
Sweet night came and gained You prompt;
In mood is fondness fainting.
From Your smile a pearl did drop;
By Your flute deluged the sky got.
With rhythm and song You arrived in every life,
The earth with Heaven blending.
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