Friday, June 28, 2019

You have arrived

(1378)  Pather bhule ele cale

Losing Your way, You came walking,
King of kings, into my dwelling.
On Your feet, dust has adhered;
And Your reddish visage beams.

Feeling that Your feet are rosy,
Over ages I go without sleep.
Always Your grace I beseech,
Just for the sake of serving Thee.

Privately, inside my psyche,
In a recess was that yearning.
To Your mercy's melody,
You played upon my heartstrings.

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1 comment:

  1. Unmerited but at long last, my ardor of lifetimes is satisfied.