You are the sandalwood in a pleasure garden;
Earth goes on drifting on Your sweet scent.
You're the nectar of a lotus flower;
Yourself every bee wants to get.
To a screwpine, in the rains You happen;
You are floating through my pollen.
You are in magnolia's stream of consciousness;
On a drunken, rumbling wind, You rise weightless.
Sparkling with the luster of Your silhouette,
Both micro- and macrocosm; they're be-gemmed.
The nebula's necklace in ways one hundred,
By Your legs, overwhelmed.
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