The rustles of your sweet affection
Approaches me from unknown distances;
With that feather touch, you titillate my mind,
Once again and carry me into a trance.
The moment when the waves adorn
Garlands of kisses on the evening sky,
Has also faded in the graveyard of horizon;
You come over, my beloved, before the nectar
In my lips trickle away and empty.
The crimson dot on the forehead has fainted;
The brocaded attire has also rumpled.
I am awaiting for you to comeback,
Through this path, in coy meekness,
With pale flushed continence,
In the euphoria of meeting you...
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