Heart invokes that nocturnal god
Essential inscriber
Composes intricate
Against the naive weaver
Composes the blooming glimpse with a sprout
Seldom having the very small conscience
Me the delighted neighbour
I 'm melting to naivety
In the remote interior of internal know-how
I'm melting to know
How it happens to be
A Flower.
Translated byঃ Radheshyam Ghosh
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