Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Darkest hour



(823)  Tomar tare base base

Waiting and waiting for Thee,
My garland I've been threading.
With the petals of fresh flowers,
Sweetness of heart I've conferred.

Shiuli[1] blossoms fall at night's end;
Hurtful is the dew for them.
Weighed down by grief they cry;
Their plight I've realized.

One who strings a wreath of desire,
In the heart a burning pain resides.
Lord, do You fail to discern
How much torture I've endured?

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1 comment:

  1. Not is this song beautiful, i even like the way it has been translated above! Well done with it. Hope to see some more interesting works.

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