Sunday, July 19, 2015


(306)  Sundara madhuprabhate

On a fine sweet morn,
You came, Thou most revered.

With Your honey-coating smiles,
You perfumed the way, Thou without peer.

By Your touch, buds bloom in myriad fashions;
At Your delight, the garden madly dances.

On a rain-drenched night,
You went away, Thou unforgettable.

With Your warm and tender eyes,
You crushed my heart, Thou most beloved.

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