I built a small hut
In my sandalwood garden..
The wind fell in love with
my sandalwood trees.
Wind comes to visit sandals
every now and then,
in the morning, noon and at dusk.
The wind comes stealthily at night
to visit the lady love, The Sandal.
Why do I need a mansion?
I sleep in my small hut
peacefully, breathing always
the sandal perfume
which the wind steals from
his lady love.
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