Having filled the eyes, I will hold You dear,
Today when You arrive, oh when You're at my residence.
With flowers I'll decorate, the mind will I delight;
I'll dance round and round, forgetting fear and shyness.
In daytime when light appears,
At eastern sky Your face beams.
On mahua's pungent smell floats the air in my dwelling;
Oh the Cowherd King, toward You my mind races.
Behind western mountain[1] the sun of evening sinks;
Having given swing, it departs, like stalk of waterlily.
Having quit the coast, my mind goes far on a shoreless sea;
No more pastoral, between us there's not any obstacle.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2026
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