Has the stir of mind, like the cosmos growing, as if
Ever have begged this moment from Zion,
Where this moment comes to be a savior,
Shall demise the distinct distances, unlock the bondage.
Aromale, O Aromale!
Blissful hours midst the blessed diligence,
Ecstasies in life, euphoric is your living ages.
Thou turn stone to Sandelholzol, by thy rapturous touch,
Way the mirrors even shy, when thou stand them,
When my each breathe holds your reside,
Where my every moment lives thy aroma,
Thy murmuring deep talks in my ears,
From the dusk till dawn and the day till night,
That every bondage I’ll live, needs ages to rewind.
Now that I’ve hold you, will wish again for a life,
No distances, these inseparable souls could survive.
Thou be Priyadarshini, my gold carved female Swan,
Now, here’s my heart call, every dusk and dawn,
Let’s dive side by side, to the sink of love,
If deeper is the bond, you’re looking for.
Aromale, O Aromale!
(18:50)