Wednesday, October 7, 2015


(362)  Nutana prabhate aruna alote

In the crimson glow of a new dawn,
My heart yearns for Him frequently;
With sweet love and soul songs,
It goes on singing His melody.

The red-flushed eastern heavens,
The pleasant, gently flowing breeze–
All sweetness comes filled with nectar;
This morn, I remember the One beyond form.

I have nothing left to lose;
My heart constantly flows forth;
With His impulse, with His music,
In His infinitude, it is absorbed.

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