Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Inside my mental casket

(171)  Manamainjusa mor satata jagiya ache

My mental casket is ever bestirred;
Watching Your arrival path, oh my Lord and Master.
Please come with song and dance, close and still closer;
Never do I bolt heart's door.

Come mid incense, lights, and flower's sweet pollen,
Mid the gentle dew, drenched with love and devotion.
Free from wind, a lamp-flame is always kept lit
For purpose of Your árati[1], Ruler of the Universe.

Any high wind You may bring or dread firebolt rain down,
In spite of that, my lamp won't be able to get doused.

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