Thursday, June 11, 2020

The straight and narrow

(1605)  Tomare bhuliya jai jadi

When Yourself I begin to forget,
To my lapse please put an end.
If prestige I give myself,
You please take redress.

To dark night You are light's festivity,
To the desert-traveler, liquid sanctuary,
To parched throat, a water-stream,
And to oppressed, a sweet and smiling neep.
You exist, so I exist... and the world is here;
Ever sing this song into my ear.

Amid the multitudes, I am alone;
In a forest fire, bereft of all, a peacock's notes.
Krsna, with a tilak from the charred grove,
Draw a line of phag upon my brow.

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