Tuesday, April 5, 2016

In Thine eyes



(1370)  Nayaneri ainjana manasarainjana

As the makeup on my eyes and the color of my mind,
From birth to death, You are my compadre.
The beauty of Your form appears upon the fair, vast sky;
With Thee I've been mesmerized.

In the periphery of phenomenon, in Your magic mirror,[1]
Everything reverberates with a jangle of ankle bells.[2]
Show pity, and gather me in Thine eyes,
In every life, my Citacor.[3]

At Your lotus feet, I don't long for something meager;
Grant me pure devotion in self-sacrifice.
Your every desire, that's my cherished goal;
Thou art the moon, and I am its chukor.[4]

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