Unrequited is this love of mine

(3374) Phulera mala varanadala

Floral garland and a wicker basket,^[1]
They're arrayed for Your sake fruitlessly.
Daytime goes away, watches^[2] have passed;
It seems You won't arrive at my dwelling.

In the crimson color at daybreak You have smiled;
In thought You've risen with a bloom, evening's lady of the night.
You have mingled with the night's heap of moonlight;
With a pleasing sandal-paste, the heart is brimming.

Even so, why don't You hear my words;
Why don't You fathom my heart's anguish?
Why don't You come under my hope's lantern,
In the sun's garments, illuminating.

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