Wednesday, April 1, 2020

My everything in all seasons

(1542)  Tomay niye amar dhara

With You is the world of mine,
Illuminated by Your light...
You are there, therefore am I;
Around You circles death and life.

Under the scorching heat of summer,
For Your touch the heart yearns.
The rain that brings support,
That too is Your current, Lord.

Neath the bright-white clouds of autumn,
With night-jasmine colors mid tall grass,
And in the snowdrifts of prewinter...
Into all that loveliness You alone are packed.

From within the heavy winter fog,
Your anklets ring inside the heart;
Dressed in springtime hues and shapes,
Hey Vishvarup,[1] You grant embrace.

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