Saturday, December 13, 2014

Divine irony

(199)  Hiyara majhare niirava prahare

In the core of my heart at hours[1] when I am silent,
Oh, who calls me in the language of songs?
He says, "Come, come, sit by my side;
Why are you remote at this uncommon time?"

Gone are so many bright dawns
And so many twilights in my turbulent life.
Why didn't You come; why didn't You sit—
Why didn't You answer one who besought Your reply?

O distant Lord, by what magic
Do You now bind me with a cord of flowers?
After so long, to me is owed a great debt;
I will place this garland around Your neck.

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1 comment:

  1. We have so many expectations in life, but He always seems to do the unexpected. In the blink of an eye, with a deft word and a grin, He reverses all our feelings and intentions.