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You flood my music with your autumn silence And burn me in the flame-burst of your spring. Lo! through my beggar-being’s tattered garments Resplendent shines your crystal heart, my King! Like a rich song you chant your red-fire sunrise, Deep in my dreams, and forge your white-flame moon ... You hide the crimson secret of your sunset, And the pure golden message of your moon. You fashion cool-grey clouds within my body, And weave your rain into a diamond mesh. The Universal Beauty dances, dances A glimmering peacock in my flowering flesh! Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.