Physically, she's unknown to me,
But by her sweet name, I see.
How did she come into my heart?
Yet I haven't met her, but heard.
She came with a dream, at night,
With a bouquet sat at my bedside.
Chandela, as she introduced me,
At once, I took down and came to see.
A girl in this world, is she?
O God! Who's it may be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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