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Translation
In a sweet dream in the campaka grove, I have seem Him in the mirror of my mind. In light breeze with redolent fragrance, with entrolled eyes I have seen Him on the banks of the river.
From the invisible land the flower pollen drifts off And to the invisible land it returns. The peacock of my mind sways through the blue sky And spreads out its fanlike tail.
On a moonlit night, on a solitary path, My heart, overflowing with love, Keeps dancing around Him.