who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds of his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and days pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
He it is who puts enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds of his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and days pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
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