Saturday, April 29, 2017

The flood

(723)  Ganer kakhano shes hay nako

Never will there be an end to songs;
In melody's realm, there's not just one.
The lamp of life cannot be extinguished,
As on Your lampstand it is kept.

Whatever the tongue, whatever the tune,
All have come just from You.
Whatever the song, it's Your gift only,
Your majestic chariot-wheel.

Each utterance of Yours, it carries great weight;
It flows ever on in music's seven-note scale.
Tempus eternal exists within Your consciousness;
Always remaining engulfed by bliss.

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