Friday, June 12, 2020

Am I Your Sisyphus

(1607)  Tumi kata liila jano, nikate dure alo andhare

How much amorous play do You know!
With approach into far, light into darkness,
You bring separation with a hoax of lovers' tryst.

Upon flower pollen, You float off to a distance;
Mixed with love and devotion, You add infinite heaven.
Through a legion of thoughts, a necklace of imaginations,
You crochet the tangling web of sorrow and happiness.

Understanding of the formless You, it does not transpire;
Even knowing in the mind, Yourself I don't recognize.
From the far horizon, on some boundless sky,
With love myself You entice.

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