Monday, September 8, 2014

Your touch of life

(90)  Hemante mor phuler saji bharbe go

In autumn my flower basket, oh it will fill—
It will fill with Your touch of life.

The flowers are all withdrawing,
Disrespected and neglected.
Those among them who remain—
Oh, they will wear many colors;
They will wear Your touch of life.

On trees, with names unknown,
All the birds in their tiny nests—
Oh, they will accept Your name as their own;
They will accept Your touch of life.

In Your mind I exist;
I integrate my color with Your color.
Blending my melody with Your melody—
Oh, it will exude ambrosia;
It will exude Your touch of life.

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