(521) Dure kena acho prabhu
Lord, why do You keep afar?
Come closer, please come closer.
Why bind me with melody's trance?
Rather, wrap me in a lilting dance.
Attune me to the play of lightning,
To a pageant of colors on eastern sky.
A charming song, a happy memory,
Is everything but occasionally.
Spreading a fragrance of flowers
Is the gentle, southern breeze.
A bundle of moonlight, the star-beam
Is dressed in dreams of love.
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We are rays of the Divine, meant to shine, not recline.
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