Tuesday, June 19, 2018

From out of the rain

(1008)  Jhainjha jhatika sathe varsamukhara rate

On a night of pouring rain, with tempest and hurricane,
You had arrived, affording grace.
Silently, secretly, on a lonesome forest trail,
You had stepped out for my sake.

Lightning scorching with thunderous bolts,
Still You'd come and perched on my heart's throne.
Casting not an eye to obstruction,
You came to me, abrim with love.

Breaking the sky, in torrents was the rain falling;
Wet had it become, and very slippery.
With rainwater had Your eyelids become veiled;
Brushing that away, having taken form, You came.

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