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Awaken me, softly touching my whole body,
With your slender fingers, of a lotus thread,
Knock gently on the door of my heart,
Unlock it, opening the padlock on it,
Murmur a ditty, leaning on my shoulders,
And lull me softly, quietly into a slumber!
Like a bloom losing its lustre,
In the scorching heat of the sun,
As the moonlight, swinging in the breeze,
And as an ocean, kissing your anklets,
I am here, standing with extended arms
To embrace you, intimately and tighten my
Clasps around your endearing neck;
Yet, you could not kiss me,
Even on my forehead…
As the flouncing moon in the ripples;
Turning into an adoring flower in
The bouquet of your love,
Awaiting with a small pearl,
From the oyster of my heart,
All the time, for you,
Which moved on a leaden feet;
Still you have not offered a flower,
As a present to me,
For the morning radiance, of my light.
Awaken me, softly touching my whole body
With your slender fingers, of a lotus thread,
Knock gently, on the door of my heart;
Unlock it, opening the padlock there,
Murmur a ditty, leaning on my shoulders,
And lull me softly, quietly into a slumber!
Like a bloom losing its lustre, in the heat of the sun,
As the moonlight swinging in the breeze,
And as an ocean, kissing your anklets,
I am here standing with extended arms
To embrace you closely and tighten my
Clasps around your endearing neck,endearing neck;
Yet, you could not kiss me even on my forehead…
As the flouncing moon in the ripples;
Turning into an adoring flower in the bouquet of your love,
Awaiting with a small pearl, from the oyster of my heart,
All the time, for you, which moved on a leaden feet;
Still you have not offer a flower, as a present
For the morning radiance, of my light.
I will awaken you, singing a soft
Sweet melody in your ears,
Without blowing off the ravishing
Dream from your mind.
I will not try to wipe away the smile
On those delicious lips,
Without chasing the cloud,in the horizon,
Attempting to shower the rain, willy-nilly.
Even the flowers adorning
Your plaited hair, wherein lurks the radiance
Of the blue black heavens.
Will not be aware of it.
Without making even a ripple in the deep blue
Ocean of your star studded eyes;
The black mole on your breast will never
Know the tender touch of my fingers.
The nightingale in your mind will not spy on
My presence, in your chamber.
What made you to come near me and bestow
The gift of your lives here after, with me?
You came stealthy and settled in my lap
Whispering, inaudibly in my ears
Your distaste of life, with heartache.
The leaning shadows will not notice;
The rain soaked clouds are busy kissing the earth;
And now I will awaken you…
