Came she with a pack of rajanigandha sticks
Into the hands of hers
Into the dream of mine
And giving it to
Went she away,
The mistress,
Rajanigandha,
My love
Under the starry skies
When there was none
She going her way,
Vanishing out of sight
Singing the song of love!
N.B. Love for the flower Rajanigandha
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