Friday, April 3, 2020

On wings of a song

(1544)  Tomay amay pratham dekha, kon se atiite

Twixt You and me the first vision,
In what ancient time was it?
In history it is not writ,
Nor is it in mathematics.

In geometry it is not etched,
Nor is it drawn with a pen.
On earthen pot or painted canvas, those lines,
They don't rise into sight.

Long before, when I've gone lost,
You did lift me up
Inside Your mind, a deep interior,
Through prosody and song.

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