On this autumn morning,
intoxicating my mind
with the fragrance of the shefalii flower,
You entered my heart.

Into the half dried up stream of my life,
You aroused tides of inspiration.

You made pollen shiver
by filling them
with the sweetness of the morning hue.

Pouring flows into my dry impulse,
You came with an intense song.

Neither fear of getting lost,
nor ending pause remains.

No such thought lingers on
to frighten us,
for, all end lies in the flow of time.

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You have come in the autumn dawn
to make my mind mad
with the fragrance of the shephalii flower.
You came to bring about a new flow
into my life, half alive,
and to provide me with inspiration.

You filled the pollen of my life with endless joy.
The morning colour is laden with sweetness.
You came with deep songs,
absorbing us in Your flow.

There is no fear of getting lost,
neither is there scope to become extinct.
No such thought is there
that could make us frightened.
The end will come in the stream of time.