Thursday, January 22, 2015

Tidings of love

(219)  Kon bhule jaoya bhore

On some forgotten morn,
With honey-coated voice,
You called me, oh Lord.

In lethargy deaf and restless in heart,
I could not hear that call, Your message.

You called me in the sky and in the air,
In the ripple of rivers, in the fragrance of flowers,
In the tender smile of newborns, in the exuberance of youths,
And in the world's myriad forms, full of power to intoxicate.

Go on singing Your tidings of love
For the sake of all, oh Divine Director.

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