Wednesday, June 8, 2016


(521)  Dure kena acho prabhu

Lord, why do You keep afar?
Come closer, please come closer.
Why bind me with melody's trance?
Rather, wrap me in a lilting dance.

Attune me to the play of lightning,
To a pageant of colors on eastern sky.
A charming song, a happy memory,
Is everything but occasionally.

Spreading a fragrance of flowers
Is the gentle, southern breeze.
A bundle of moonlight, the star-beam
Is dressed in dreams of love.

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