Monday, December 7, 2015

Free at last

(406)  Ay rtur raja vasanta

Come spring, king of seasons,
Rock my mind.
Cast your bright moonlight,
And make the flower garden dance.

I brim with zeal
Mid colored blooms and their green leaves.
Every fiber of my being thrills
With the advent of mind's thief.

With kohl I paint my eyes
And see only the love that is.
I keep unkempt hair flying free,
Unruly in the southern breeze.

My heart brims with sweetness;
That alone I dispense.
Today has come life's steadfast friend
And prolonged weeping's end.

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1 comment:

  1. With liberation, human existence becomes a blissful mission of love.