Sailing on my life's pollen, You'd arrived
At my home, in my mind, Beloved.
Clad in Phalgun's fresh green leaf, You had smiled;
You'd decanted an ambrosia painted.
There'd not been another on that night;
None stirred beneath wind and moonlight.
Even to another person, Your stride
You hushed, even jingling anklets.
Deep asleep had I been, oblivious;
I did not proclaim a cordial invitation.
I made not a rice-painting's construction;
Knowing the way, You came nonetheless.
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To an unworthy candidate, You came, You came, You came!
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