Friday, August 25, 2017

His anointed

(3)  Andhara sheshe alora deshe

At end of gloom, in the light's realm,
News of the crimson dawn
I will proclaim to my siblings, everyone.

Yonder the sky, it is star-studded;
And on the air there is a heady scent.
Living in the midst of all am I,
The flower pollen having smeared my mind.

The soil underneath my feet, lo
It is purer than the purest gold.
In the green shade, deer are entranced;
Consecrated, once again they dance.

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