Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Who loves last loves best

(1145)  Tomar parashe praner pradiip

On Your touch the flame of life,
Shining brightly, had climbed.
The dry-wood lampstand of mine,
Full of consciousness, had died.

No precious gems or jewels had I,
No diamond necklace dazzling to the eyes;
With me was but love, huge and vast...
That had brought You in my grasp.

No knowledge of doctrine did I have
Nor worth of piety by pilgrimage;
In poverty, I've begged for Your grace...
Your unearned grace had taken place;
My painful heart, it did sate.

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1 comment:

  1. As much as we love Him, He loves us more. On His embrace, we get liberation.