Dolorous melody is played on ,
alas , so far away .
By the veena of trail
kissing your feet as you lay.
My mind as wayfarer is fidgety .
I'm ignorant of the possible cause .
In restless exuberance
rushes the fragrance of jasmine
on untamed air .
My mind remains indifferent , alas ,
On the night of unbearable woe
of separation .

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