Friday, May 29, 2020

You may or may not love me, but You never leave

(1591)  Tomar tare jiivan bhare

Because of You my life is filled;
I have gone on singing hymns...
Let there be no splendid rhythm,
Let there be no settled practice.

Hey the dreamy yearning's Deity,
Speak not on maya of mortality.
You fathom my anxiety
At core of heart love-smeared.

On nights of sorrow and mornings of glee,
You have played a game with me.
Through all the giddiness of psyche,
Atop liila You float constantly.

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1 comment:

  1. By You my life is ever disrupted; but You remain my constant, the song in my heart.