Thursday, September 27, 2018

Hail to my King

(1109)  Tumi tumi tumi

You, oh You, oh You...
Please come near and nearer still.
With many prosodies I weave Your wreath of victory,
With but fragrant emotions I fill up my wicker basket,[1]
And, at times, to the ground I place my ear.

With sweet touch, please liven me;
With heart's flame, please brighten me
To Your cadence and Your song, in ambrosial stream,
Please utilize me for Your deeds.

I am but Your atom, and You are always novel;
Within You, I receive love's nectar ever-fresh.
All my yearning and my hundred salutations,
Incessantly they beg Your compassion.

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