Saturday, July 4, 2020

My Bumblebee

(1629)  Phulavane ase ali

In the flower garden comes the bumblebee;
What words he whispers in the flower's ear!
In the mind's garden You are the bumblebee;
Through many songs those words You speak.

I want to keep hidden;
But to hide, that I don't accomplish.
O'er the clouds on mountain peaks
And at depths hard to reach, You are there.

The words that I would utter,
I don't find the confidence.
Heart's deepest secret, the private pain,
It rides upon Your melodic strains.

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