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(3467) Gan geye jai tomake shonai, shono kina ami jani na

A song I go on singing, I make You hear;
Whether You listen, I know not.
I go on rehearsing tune with ideation to the full;
Linguistic considerations I heed not.

Earth goes on orbiting in shackles of love only,
With music mode, tempo, and beat, but the tones baffling...
That voice resonating on Your veena strings,
Anyone but You understands it not.

In tune's seven notes from an unfit one rumbling,
With rhythm and dancing stirred up by that melody...
My mental lute it wakens through that twanging;
That, Beloved, do You notice not? 

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