Lord, I am lonely

(3367) Eso hatashay bhara jiivane

In a life filled with despair please appear,
On a sweet and gentle breeze.
In cadence to raga through dancing,
With Phalgun month's red abeer,
With rise of sensibility...

Everything is discarded–
Any and all tears and laughter
At depths of my craving-and-gaining...

Beneath the lantern lit by liking,
Is a resin-scented wreath
From a forlorn inner sphere...  

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