Friday, February 12, 2016

Ghost lights

(445)  Prabhu mama priyatama

Oh Lord, my Dearest,
I run after You down lonesome roads,
Like the musk deer,[1] oh Most Remote.

From dawn's sprinkled light through darkest night,
On paths well-frequented or lost in the wild,
Always with me are You, yet still I pursue,
Chasing ignis fatuus, such a blunder I do,
Oh Lord, my Nearest.

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