I think I will go, Yourself forgetting;
How do I forget, kindly answer!
You rise floating on the horizon;
If I think, won't I observe?
With sandalpaste You smile in the summer heat;
You float on screwpine pollen in the season rainy.
Mid the kush and kash You dance, autumn during;
And from white clouds You construct a rocking cradle.
At pre-winter You are in paddy's fine aroma;
At winter, in the silvery ice and frost.
In spring by the gracious beauty of color,
Implication You give through a dappled wind.
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How will I forget You when You're always before my eyes!
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