Wednesday, August 17, 2016


(591)  E kii mamata hasite

Such affection in the smile;
Such hypnotism in the eyes!
Such bewitchment in the flute;
Such sweetness in the attitude!

Bathing in the light of Your anklets,
My swollen heart, it's getting filled.
Having tuned my cadence to Your beat,
I go on floating abstractedly.

Body smeared with scent from Your flower-pollen,
Faraway I go, adrift in a remote location.
There, the dark nights are made lustrous;
Luminaries have gone crazy with Your pulse.

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