Intoxication bears its semblance br As lies its flavour in the weary hour br Breathlessness surfaces as becomes br The need of the moment is peace br br Fragrant flowing senses dispel br The fear of dual anxiety br You bear the burden of the one br Who lies in your arms till morn br br Oh sleep! Glory to your offering br As mind surrenders and body vows br To be in your arms undisturbed br The morn hails you awake br Again to snugly disband for the night br Once more in your splendid armsbr br mandara pookalbr br