24. Translation
My bird of light in the blossomed heartWants to go where there is no grief,
No bereavement.
The world once mocked
At my excruciating pangs.
O Beloved of my heart,
Grant me the cord of love-nectar.
Wants to go where there is no grief,
No bereavement.
The world once mocked
At my excruciating pangs.
O Beloved of my heart,
Grant me the cord of love-nectar.
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