Our throats are choked, our eyes are filled with
tears; further, there is an endless shower
of joy. I shall enjoy the comfort of this blissful
passion, leaving guilt and merit from me. In my
fondness for Thee, let all the past be forgotten;
I shall fill my throat with melodious accents.
Here, says Tuka, a harmony between us is wanted;
apart from Thee there is no music in my utterance.
tears; further, there is an endless shower
of joy. I shall enjoy the comfort of this blissful
passion, leaving guilt and merit from me. In my
fondness for Thee, let all the past be forgotten;
I shall fill my throat with melodious accents.
Here, says Tuka, a harmony between us is wanted;
apart from Thee there is no music in my utterance.