Thursday, September 14, 2017


(825)  Tomar kache ami

In Your presence am I;
I don't want any pride.
I don't want fame or prestige;
That is just vanity.

With morning's light, You
assume a bright attire;
With evening's stars, You
cavort in cosmic dance.
In reach of me is that alone;
It is ample gift.

With the birds singing in my vicinity,
You manifest fine rhythm, oh Lord.
With peacocks dancing midst the clouds,
You show me graceful poses, Master Of The Universe.
Your never-ending beauty pageant,
It pervades my life.

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