This autumn evening dances to a sweet cadence;
It is looking in but Your direction.
With fragrance of night jasmine in the white-cloud habitation,
Does anyone know what she yearns for?
Who knows when had been the first sunup;
The last sunset, none has in supposition.
You know everything, everyone You attract;
This evening, that fact it honors.
You bestow supreme devotion, that same tendency
By which strength, oh Lord, we can get totally free.
On even's crimson glow, with night-jasmine affection,
At Your feet I beg this compassion.
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Thursday, May 1, 2025
This autumnal evening
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Along with me, it too longs for Thee.
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