Sunday, April 24, 2016


(496)  Nutana rupete asiyacho tumi

With a fresh hue You have come;
I sing the triumph of the new.
My heart's despair You've removed;
No dark granules remain.

On mountain and sea, and in the dense jungle,
You are resplendent in every conception.
Getting or not the pain of frustration,
Nowhere am I dispossessed.

That which was secret, in my mind concealed,
A hand You did reach even to there.
To suppress anything, to screen my feelings—
There's never any possibility.

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