Treats a poet
As the universal person
The Sun is the eyes of the poet
The Moon is the mind
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What is there to write
Tell me, my dear, tell me.
No word no language is with me
How to write and for whom
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You cannot tell me false
And useless and if you so like
You can touch me, you can test me
Anywhere at any time
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I wish you achieve
Firm intelligence
In devotional service
I wish you gain
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See the poet
The poet is ever fresh
See the poet
The poet is with the words
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In each and every verse
You are here in Your
Innumerable personal expansions
I know You, my dear
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Setting fire
To the rain
I saw the head
On the cloud.
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It is just wonderful
To stay a while
In this perfumed garden
It is just wonderful.
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Greatest of all
Is Your love.
Your love is here
With enlightening effect.
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Let me welcome You, O my dear
Come come come, You are welcome
Take Your sear in the middle
See me I am in the south-west
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