Swarna Mudrika
My sweet heart, I have to you these diamond lyrics
In which I send model of you (thyself).
You gifted me a ring of purest gold
which bear inside a pointed cut diamond.
You think it must appreciate my attention
My thoughts are (as) pure, just above your summation.
That metal is precious and the stone is true
As true as you how much more precious than you?
The gem is so nice and clear-
no need to compare
Though nice, as like your face it is not fare.
You suppose this, because from me you have it
I believe your faith more, because you gave it.
You gave me that Golden Ring to wear
Where you my jewels, multiply to bear?
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