At light's shrine with a dance-pose loving,
You appeared in a dream,
In a dream, oh in a dream.
Transcendent and well-versed in prosody,
With Your anklets ringing.
All things had been colored ebon;
That was giving gloom with a shove.
Removing it from everyone and filling psyche,
You gave a sweet resonating.
With such sweet ideation, every day please arrive,
To abate the filthiness of mine.
Upon the horizon like a blue lotus smiling,
Having brightened the existence of a unit being.
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