In such a night, when your darkened eyes conceal,
Art has taught, what mysteries, belie a belief
The gentle wings of zephyr, on dew thus reveal
Which subtly would my fears unveil in relief.
The sounds of songs, in your words, in vain
My easy mind, in a hope, far and away,
Flatter sometimes is, to my ears in strain
In a vast extent, the jewel of truth though sway.
My heart shall never know peace,
Which on your do’s depend and whims repose,
To let my fond prays, deep inside cease
Unless with your holy revered name, I propose.
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