Monday, May 8, 2017

His temple

(732)  Tumi aso kena jadi jabe cale

Why come if You but mean to leave;
In my shrine what is Your grief?
Have mercy and explain that to me.

On the lotus of my mind, an altar have I built;
With my pollen's color I have painted it.
Dressed in affection's sweetness are my articles of worship;
I sit waiting... the lamp of love is lit.

Only the thought of You is my sweet scent;
The fragrance imbues all I sense.
The mud smeared on stalk of this lotus,
Sandalpaste it will be, upon Your arrival.

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