At Your will

(204)  Eso go kache eso dharara dhuli rupe bhare dao

Come, Lord, come close, infusing earth's dust with beauty. The flowers, veiled in shyness— fill their hearts with sweetness. On this moonlit Chaitra1 night, why do the chukars2 smile? In my mind, bumblebees come buzzing— what do they mean to say? And on a tree branch, peacocks sing— let me hear everything. If You wish, on withered branches flowers bloom, the dumb speak.

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