On a rainy night, that same wet night, in darkness dense
With hushed feet You came once more.
I opened not even the door, I did not say to enter;
You arrived at my home, doing what?
A-pitter-patter, outdoors fell the rain;
Eyes had been teary, kohl got washed away.
Between the extrinsic and my ocular water,
By a rainy wind, they'd become one.
Eyes wiped, I see You are in residence,
The outer and inner having united.
I external, You internal,
Instantly, broken was limit's prison.
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From Krsna I learn that we are of same nature.
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