Sunday, April 16, 2017

Last will

(710)  Arupa akashe rupera pradiipe

On a lovely lamp in the formless sky,
I move onward, having kindled a light.
With monsoon kadam in unstained blossom,
Mid blazing flames I arrange my garland.

You've bode within the shrine of my psyche,
Inscribing its silk with reverie's stream.
Neath the leafy shade of lemon flowers,
From a lotus blossom I siphon the nectar.

Even after the end, I know there's beginning;
Form is hid inside formless, that I believe.
In the bud of heart is a piece of Your beauty;
Hence, to that would I keep on clinging.

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