Monday, October 1, 2018

Immeasurable greatness

(1113)  Vishver cakranabhi tumi

The cosmic hub, that You be;
I acknowledge Thee as my each and everything.
At my start You were there; till my finish You'll survive...
Your end I don't recognize.

In a flower's fragrance and in a heart's ardent emotion,
In the vista of a hymn and in a honeyed wind,
Hidden from everyone and casting a gentle grin,
You go on weaving the mesh of Your will.

On some day at a distance, at some time not yet arrived,
Your majesty on land, on sea, and in the sky,
In times both good and not-so-fine, it is going to abide...
It will be without measure; and the days count I.

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1 comment:

  1. I know my God is not dead. One day all will concede His unending glory.