(byakul Bokul fule vromor more poth vule)
Close to the anxious Bokul-Flowers
Honey bees ofttimes loose their way
What do secret winds share ear to ear?
Forest began wave motion in pure joy
Sorrow start syrupy-sweeping over universe
Whose love-musical flute stealing the mind
So cosmos going about separation-sea-shore
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