Thursday, June 18, 2020

From there to here and back again

(1613)  Cahiya cahiya thaki dhaerja dhariya rakhi

I stay ever yearning; biding time I keep;
The sweetness-coating Heart-Born Lord is churning sweetly.
Pondering and pondering I see that nothing is remaining;
From the sum of all that's formless is this form bereaved.

In one hundred moonbeams whose softness is copious –
A hundred pearl-amulets, unmade their likeness –
Grins at acme of the psyche with innumerous alliterations
Lovesport's cargo brimming of this Sweetheart.

Like floral dust on blue sky He floats with devotion;
A flowing stream of moonlit sandal, He concludes afar.

1 comment:

  1. From the formless we come just to get absorbed once more.