Saturday, June 13, 2020

For those who have nothing

(1608)  Phulera madhuke abhra vidhuke

Nectar to the blooms and moon to the clouds,
In which tune with form and color them have You bound...
In mental rays of many hues
Through jeweled lamps You have strewn?

To classify as mine, nothing was there;
To take my love, no one appeared...
But, privately, You whispered in my ears:
"I am residing in the smiling neep."

All those who have nobody, You belong to them;
Amid the transitory, You are the quintessence...
You have gone on drifting, beaming an enchanting grin,
Yourself diffusing via scent of incense.

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