Saturday, July 1, 2017


(786)  Esecho amara hrdaye esecho

Inside my heart You have come, You have arrived.
Inside my heart stricken by flaming fire,
With cooling wind, You have arrived.

Amid the desert heat, in ferocious war outfit,
With thunderclaps upon my proud bluster,
You've infused a flower's sweetness.

A withered blade of grass weeps in despair and ignominy;
Bereft of tears, it's without language, without speech.
Now that total loss is over with the joy of acquisition;
You've filled it with a melody in strains of the universe.

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1 comment:

  1. When He makes us self-aware, we transcend false pride to become realized.