Friday, November 22, 2019

At the prom

(1427)  Tomar nrtye sabe nece cale

Everybody dances to Your musical steps,
Anyone who is traveling.
Having thought of You, I lose myself
In Your rhythm and beat.

No matter how compelling any worldly vibration,
Your conception always it enacts.
Around You it does make rotation,
At all times, good and bad.

With anklets of light dance the planets and stars,
Dance the atoms, dance the nebulas.
Filled with love for You, their self gets lost
Every minute, every second.

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