Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Our day will come

(43)  Tomra ja khushi tai balo

Say anything that you please,
I will proceed relentlessly.
Relentlessly will I proceed,
No wailing when I speak.

The sky is filled with clouds of silver,
And the air sways with kans colors.
The night jasmine[1] diffuse perfume,
Excited by the dew.

I do not find the One I seek,
But I know He also looks for me.
With my songs He is threading
One garland very tiny.

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