It is better you rather not know me
when you go further away
it will sadden me
Why are you abashed
when you are near me?
my spring has come into
contact with the musical voice
the shadow of the forest
has become sweet
leave the bower of union
decorated and scented
It is better you rather not know me
I have secretly seen your
disheveled hair, eager eye
I saw you during the storm
the conversation that we
didn’t have ,the message
remains in my heart
I took those unspoken words
and played them on my flute
It is better you rather not know me!
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