The fire You went on lighting, hey my Beloved;
That will never get extinguished, we all realize.
In the dark there'd been Your lamp begemmed;
To that shine, ever-radiant, I pay mind.
The tiny garland in my hand You had took up, lifting;
Upon Your collarbone You had worn the wreath.
On the floral bouquet was love and affection smeared;
You gave a dazzling smile's flash, also that I recognize.
By the rays of effulgence shed at fall of Your feet,
Removed was gloomy darkness; on eyelids light appeared.
The nectar of paradise Moon brought down to Earth;
I count the half-minutes ere that to re-acquire.
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I can only recollect. Other than remember, I can do nothing else.
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