When You'd been held in mind,
Upon sky the moon had been.
Won't it come once more?
Through Your love's salve for eyes,
The moon had been rising.
In sound and in thinking You exist;
You dance both without and within.
You have dwelt in every particle;
Yours is no comparison.
Golok and Gokul are You in;
At every pore do You grin.
Lit-up dust motes You have thrilled;
The moon's 'You', it's mysterious.
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The external world tends to reflect our inner state.
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