(After Andal)
The small, breeze-colored day
the design and dance of water
thoughts are jasmine
and mint
In the pounce of moonlight
what to think
Yearning summons
from a distance of days
The ways of the evening
settle and fly like birds
Krishna, Krishna
Where are you?
I miss... I wish
to hear your words again
to feel the kiss of the flute
warmed by your breath
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