By only Your grace, Lord, this morning
Coruscates a crimson light.
The night, veiling with gloomy darkness,
Had kept up, but in a moment went aside.
The Unknown's ambrosial essence, love's exudation–
Afloat on the southern wind, honey of a blossom.
A sweetly smiling sensation's blissful cognition
Had traced the forehead's sandal stripe.
On geese-flight wings, day comes and leaves;
A stir do memories of yore continue giving.
Who asks Him about getting and not getting
The bounds of vibrated life?
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It pleases Him to reveal the way.
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