Thursday, June 9, 2016

Circle of love

(522)  Sajabo bale mala parabo bale

As I will dress You, make You wear my wreath,
I've gone and brought flowers for Thee.
Frangipani and fallen bakul blossoms,
Among them I have strung some kadam.

Into the forest dancing I went;
My hair I'd braided atop my head.
Thinking of You, I grew intent;
With such mind have I filled my flower basket.[1]

From the forest I came back, chuckling;
Your loving image in my mind, ever it did please.
When no one else was on this earth, I was still with Thee;
So in my meditation it's just to You I cling.

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