Friday, April 17, 2020

Feckless reckoning... promise made, promise kept

(1558)  Balechile phire asbe abar

You'd said You will come back again;
In that same hope I count the time.
Having kept all yearning checked in mind,
A mesh of happy dream I weave.

Days come and go in hope or desperation.
Many dainty fibers get torn,
Many wings are impaired by hurricane and windstorm;
And with the rain, bolts of thunder roar.

Hey Most Tender One, amid the severity,
My fervent prayer penetrates into Your ear.
Even though You stayed afar, Intimate Darling,
Within heart Your song I hear.

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