Thursday, April 13, 2017

All that matters

(707)  Tomar pather shes kothay

Your path, where does it finish?
Night and day I think about it.
I move on; I will proceed
With ambition to find Thee.

Star-studded are the heavens above my head;
Beneath me quivers a tired and lonesome earth.
A sweet and gentle scent wafts in
Upon exhilarating wind.

To get beat down is no misfortune;
To get picked up is no pleasure.
Of all my hopes left is one only—
I would reach Your proximity.

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