O my dear, so long as
You are here with me.
With no envy
With no quarrelsomeness
I am here see me.
Let me see You
O my dear, let me hear You
I know it would not satiate me
But such listening of Your
Pious charming and ever-fresh
Topics would cleanse away
All contamination of this
Material world.
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