Why tonight?

(3412) Kon se ajana srote

On which unknown tide,
Lamp in hand You had arrived
This very night to shatter slumber mine?
By darkness had it been ringed,
The lotus blossoming
That midnight.

Pained sorrow tear-laden
Had composed a chronicle.
Anxiety of non-attainment
Upon vernal wind has cried.

Many collections gorgeous,
Neglected, have floated off.
Moonlit smiles copious
Have mixed with ignorance and vice. 

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