Spring tulsi[nb 2] please come out, please come out;
A wagtail bird, to you she goes on calling.
Neath the lukewarm air current, fresh leaf please appear,
At the mental mansion with sound of gentle jingling.
Winter makes everything a feather that's been falling;
The guest-birds in your own land, they go off flying.
Why be distant any longer, please come close in a hurry,
Both inside and outside of everybody.
The cuckoo has clung to song... sweet notes from others;
Ignoring all wounded pride, the peacock of mind dances.
Psyche's charming garland, arrayed I've kept a basket,[nb 3]
Hey my Darling, for the sake of You only.
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Thursday, August 14, 2025
Love is breaking out
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