Tuesday, June 11, 2019

No escape

(1360)  Madhur tomar parasher tare

For Your touch so sweet,
Day and night my eyes do weep.
In mind's bower in heap after heap,
Your story's told by the black-bee.[1]

Though I wish to forget, I cannot neglect Thee;
Unconsciously, constantly of You I sing.
Like the flowers of spring, like a gentle breeze,
Your sweetness keeps surrounding.

The clouds play a damru in the firmament;
Those who think of You will notice it.
With Your sky, with Your wind,
With Your sound, the world is filled.

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