Let me slip away silently into all forms of glory
On this earth before being claimed by Death's fury;
Be a fading ripple in the breast of a river
In an early tryst with splendorous Nature;
A soft vanishing glow in the forehead of the sky
That into darkness of a scented evening doth slowly die;
A withering smile on the face of my love's sunflower
That reveals the beauty of young lovers' desire;
The last murmur of a tune in my Love's mellow soul
Who loved to muse lines of my songs in an easy roll;
A glistening drop of tear on the cheeks of a lush leaf
That so softly carries in its heart, night's terrible grief;
A moment of bliss in a devotee's meditative prayer
A beat of wild Damru of Lord Shiva in dance's fire
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