In clothes of divine nymph You've moved by whose deeds;
Within my life I yearn for Thee.
Kindly arrive, with heart and mind thoroughly mingle;
In this world, except You who is there?
Why are You remote, please do appear still more near;
Your message plays on my lyre strings.
Oh King Unseen, the dense luster of my consciousness,
It's in listening, cogitation, and often, deep reverie.
Like a flight of geese on wing, the days depart;
Behind they leave memory's tiny garland.
Holy effort, ultimate salvation, my love's floral thread–
Coming, going, staying– are at Your sacred feet.
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I come, I go, I stay as a player in Your love-game.
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