Thursday, September 28, 2017

He resuscitates

(836)  Pranera aloke tomare peyechi

I've got You in the glow of vivacity;
In blind attachment's sloth, You I've lost.
With flashes of Your beauty every moment,
You revitalize all and sundry.

Just now I keep afloat in endless thought of Thee,
But somewhere will I meet with fatigue and mind's grief.
Please come with Your fresh love and with flower pollen;
You radiate a gentle smile full of affection.

You are the ancient, stolen wreath of glory;
You are the new gift of old melody.
Please come closer and be seated in my mind;
You play a charming flute, graced with moonlight.

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