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The nights and days,
That had gone,
Have told a few tales,
Of the past and of the future,
A few tales, of that,
That are known and unknown.To tears and smiles,
They led to;
Love and pain,
They taught too.Ah! Pain, the remainder,
Of all that I have gone through,
You paint my vision red.
You still hide away, my love,
You still hide away;
I desperately sink in my own tears,
And my heart melts at the slightest flutter;
Ah! Love, what have you made of me?You did come and show me you sweetness,
And depart, like a shadow at night,
Niether did I know you come,
Nor did I know you leave;
But you have left within me,
A vast space voided,
Voided of yearning,
Which only you can fill. This denial, O, my Love,
Not long can I stand;
My heart sobs away, relentlessly:
An unceasing call to thee. Come, my Reason,
Come to this deprived soul,
And rain your mercy,
On this parched self.
When the dawn appears, I shall not be.
Because the dawn that shall appear, will be the dawn of Love; and in Love there is niether me nor thee. Ah! sweet love, why this play of hide and seek ? Come and I shall embrace you; flow over me and render me formless, like thee.
My heart jumps with joy, at your farthest call,at your slightest whisper. Call me and I shall follow thine sweet voice, through hills and vales, through darkness and light, through day and night.
When you first touched me with that sweetness of yours, I had known that all those years of callousness had been wasted. But then, you have eluded from me for quite a long time; come O, Love, give me that which I yearn for; give me that, for which I may die for.
