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Sacred love

On Valentine’s Day, this bhajan-style poem celebrates the essence of love through vivid, playful imagery and dynamic metaphors. The beloved is portrayed as a lush mountain, a soothing silver moon, and a humble earthen lamp, while the speaker transforms into a dancing peacock, a faithful partridge, and a burning wick. Through its devotional tone and rhythmic repetition, the speaker has attempted to evoke both sensual delight and deep reverence, inviting readers to honor an everlasting union of pure passion and devotion.

Such is the nature of love. 
Thou be the mountain, lush and green,
and I shall come dancing, swirling like peacocks.
Thou be the moon, that soothing silver sliver, 
and I shall be the partridge, ever facing Thee.
Thou be the lamp, tiny little earthen clay lamp
and I shall be the wick, burning for Thee all night.
Such the bond of my true love,
so much in love with Thee.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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