Making a fool of me

(3506) Se priya jadi na elo

That Beloved, when He did not come,
Why for naught in the mind kept?
Why made up a floral bed,
Stayed gazing at the path of advent?

Within the frost bathing,
Night jasmine fragrance filling,
On a raft of white clouds mounting,
Why oh why at Fall addressed?

Why believed is a sweet memory;
Why practiced is love's ditty?
Why oh why bending the knee
For Him Who leaves me by myself?

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