Monday, April 10, 2017


(704)  Jhainjhay tumi uddama

With rainstorm You can't be controlled;
But once in touch, You are amiable.
You're every fancy, every hope;
But from up close, You're most remote.

There's naught You want, naught that You take;
You go around, doling out love beyond compare.

Never feigned is Your affection,
And so You are the most beloved.
In heart-caves, in mental ripples,
Fairly You glow, dispelling darkness.

The sweetness of a heart that's lost,
You're all that is mine own.
Mine only, mine exclusively,
My Lord and Master.

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