He comes in dreams, departs, and then returns,
Keeps me awake, the night eternally burns.
He comes in dreams, departs, and then returns,
Keeps me awake, the night eternally burns.
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one,
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one.
He comes in dreams, departs, and then returns,
Keeps me awake, the night eternally burns.
When spring winds tease, they set my spirit afire,
The season's sweetness fuels a burning pyre.
On every bud, the black bees softly hum,
My heart, a peacock, beats a frantic drum.
On every bud, the black bees softly hum,
My heart, a peacock, beats a frantic drum.
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one,
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one.
He comes in dreams, departs, and then returns,
Keeps me awake, the night eternally burns.
I swing upon the neem tree's verdant bough,
Fireflies flicker, 'neath the peepal's flow.
I swing upon the neem tree's verdant bough,
Fireflies flicker, 'neath the peepal's flow.
To whom should I confide this tale of woe?
This endless night, it will not let me go.
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one,
Oh, yes, my tormentor, my playful one.
He comes in dreams, departs, and then returns,
Keeps me awake, the night eternally burns.
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