Floral garland and a wicker basket,[1]
They're arrayed for Your sake fruitlessly.
The day goes away, watches[2] have passed;
It seems that You won't come to my dwelling.
In the crimson color at daybreak You have smiled;
Upon thought You've risen like a bloom, evening's lady of the night.
You have mingled with night's heap of moonlight;
With a pleasing sandal-paste, 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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You pacify, but I don't get satisfied.
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