(aram-bhanga udas-sure)
Who got the sad tune breaking relaxation?
Into my flute’s vacant heart
Restless flute only calls the busy vagabond
In waking, dreaming from near to afar
Hiding in my heart making me cry days end
Even my mind doesn’t know his name
Nor looks of this person
Just giving shadowy company in my dream!
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