Sunday, March 4, 2018

Get out, go somewhere

(910)  Sei manda madhur vate

On the sweet and gentle breeze
Of one crimson-colored morning,
Such a melody came floating in!
With kohl traced in molten gold
And with anklets jingling, oh what magic was there.

Sloth-destroying vigor raced in many directions;
Rhythmic songs were infused with cosmic ideation.
Upon Earth's dust rained down ambrosia from heaven;
The summons from afar had been given.

Letting down their barriers, the fair housewives,
With dainty religious apparatus, they were mystified.
Alone in the forest, a tattler chirping sweetly,
With Your name and song she was replete.

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