Sweet songs of the bird I have heard
Embodiment of beauty is that bird.
Fortune is here with me after that
With all reverence at Your feet I have served.
O my dear, O my dear, I beg to offer myself
And I am sure as always You are leaning towards me.
I am the bee-poet I am running after the honey-poem
You are the keeper and the custodian of the heaven.
You are within me that I know, O my dear
I have the heavenly body with the nectar.
All readers all spectators are here with me
Waiting for poems-nectar as they hanker.
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