The path is watched, alas, in hope of Him only;
Day after day of mine disappears.
If someone would console, please ignore this worry;
For the person who gets Him, the sky's moon is He.
I see my love sprawling neath the splendor of moonlight,
Veiled eyes bashfully inviting nigh.
Smearing just His pollen on each molecule of mind,
Swoons remembrance in a constant reverie.
Gracefully, the Stamen of a lotus speaks;
"Who, when and where finds the flag, it is by mercy.
He blends hue with His, who continues in dhyan calling;
In the heart of her alone scintillates He.
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