With newfound joy and anticipation, your friend arrives,
To the orchestra arranged by you for your devotees,
As a stranger, a guest, drawn to hear
The sweet melodies in your esteemed presence!
Seeking permission from your majesty,
I stand at your gate,
Please don't turn me away!
Oh, don't send me away, I implore!
Do not question how a guest arrives,
Without your explicit consent,
For there is no authority but yours!
My presence at your orchestra is by your divine will,
I know it is your custom to keep your lovers waiting,
At the gates of your benevolent Providence,
And then, after a long wait, extend a warm welcome.
MyKoul
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