At the fragrance of my meditation upon sky of psyche,
The wave that awakened,
Who will impede it; who will mislead!
My mental peacock and the heavens hazy,
Having viewed one another, they had frolicked,
Fixedly and mist-free?
None else knows, but both of us, we cognize...
No one I told; and alike, He did not vocalize...
Bright white, that great delight,
He vanquished me, He vanquished me.
Let none accept, but heed do I...
The slight touch of intuition mine...
Inside my sleeping mind, clandestinely,
Love He let be stirred with a sense thrilling.
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