I know it cannot be...

(3474) Kena ananderi jatrapathe

Why on a passageway of only happiness,
Alone am I, alone I am?
So many persons are there, so many rays of light;
On Earth and in Heaven is a painted portrait.

Spores of floral pollen, a blossom they move with;
On secluded forest path is reed pipe of the Flautist...
Rush wheels of a chariot, summoned by its sonance.

Somewhere is there not anybody mine–
Only that I ponder at depths of mind.
All-pervasively You exist with a love flawless,
By a sweetly charming manner dabbed. 

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