In a daze, I have acted, sometimes,
In a daze, I have acted, sometimes,
And for ages, held the void's embrace, sometimes.
If I have called your name, what wrong is there?
You, too, have uttered mine, sometimes.
You, too, have uttered mine, sometimes.
Your downcast eyes still linger in my sight,
And in that way, your greeting I have known, sometimes.
And in that way, your greeting I have known, sometimes.
This limit of intoxication, this Indian gathering,
The cupbearer, from us, a drink has taken, sometimes.
The cupbearer, from us, a drink has taken, sometimes.
The cupbearer, from us, a drink has taken, sometimes.
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