In the royal palanquin of the full moon which oozes milk
hey, adorable pearl who waits, aren’t you mine?
To pinch and hurt the blossoming bud of smile
hey new moonbeam whose fingers throb, don’t whine!
The lamp of eyes which lighted on its own, to let it extinguish slowly,
let the darkness cover under the shade of a cloud,
on the step of a dream, when we rise on rainbow wings
On the glass earring which tickles the ear softly
a tremulous magical sound note woken up by a soft chant
Searching for a crore of sunbeam drops, come to fly up in the clear sky
when we get drenched softly in the fragrant rain that winter pours
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