On sky at this month of Phagun, the moon smiles,
In this springtime wind.
Buds having forgot shame, having lifted eyes,
Which constant ally do they wish?
They go on saying: "Kindly, do come near;
Take seat alongside, lovingly.
Under a vernal breeze, with feet ajingle,
From Your heart agreeable don't dismiss.
"How many miles remote You be,
We don't want to know, as You have dwelt in psyche.
Yourself we behold on looking glass of mind,
With blooming consciousness like tender-grassy specter."
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Darling, always You have been with me; may You never leave.
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