মায়াবনবিহারিণী হরিণী
mayabonobiharini horini
Doe who in my fantasy forest do glide
In deepest dreams does she reside,
Why do I pledge to ensnare? … Illusion
Afar, rapt on her own, let her remain,
Let me in tune to the flute’s refrain
Sweet strings of her soul do caress … Fruitless
The winds of spring will ruffle the heart
The murmur of thunder will make it start
Yearning soul will beguile …
From afar for her forever will I pine,
With the thread of severance will entwine,
This strange captivity sans chain … In vain
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