Fathomless

(86)  Megher majhe agun jvele

Mid the clouds, lighting a fire,
Like thunderbolt You have arrived.
With the hail You hold giving a shake,
You have danced upon earthquake.

To Your liila there's no termination;
From infinity comes the far horizon.
With sound and touch, with form and flavor,
And with scent, You've blossomed in the heart.

You are the pollen of the humblest flower,
The unplumbed bottom of the ocean.
Your color mixed with that of all,
In what divine sport have You indulged!

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