Monday, December 2, 2019

Come, my Lord

(1437)  Barer veshe eso tumi

Oh You please come in the garb of a groom
Into my house, adorned with blooms.
Please arrive, a sweet smile with,
On rosy mouth, on rosy lips.

I am hearing that You know the sport divine
And, with that sport, also pride.
At every second, in every pore,
You abide, full of and amid love.

What You want, only that You perform;
Eyes gently smiling You hold forth.
Each and every instant, the heart You fill
With nectar's essence at a lovers' tryst.

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