Sunday, September 14, 2014

Answering our call

(93)  Hemanteri dhaner gandhe

With the smell of rice at end of autumn,
I remember the harvest festival day.
The crop was offered with devotion,
In supplication of You.

The sky is filled with stars;
The breeze is mild and sweet.
The river is flooded, a deluge
Streaming in a hundred directions.

In the sky, in the water, and on land,
Everything today is sparkling.
On every visage, a sweet smile
And a crown of joy is worn.

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