Sunday, April 2, 2017


(696)  Svarna shatadala sama tumi go

You are like a golden lotus,
Of such loveliness I do not find.
You endure, girded by thorns;
Fearing the pricks, I don't go close-by.

All my fear and shame, please wash away,
So I may get You near, filling my life.
Frankly I speak my heart's desire:
Far from Thee I would not stay.

Craved by all is the sweetness of Your pollen,
For that same honey do I keep awake.
Your greatness and Your fragrance,
No words are there to express.

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