Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Take a break

(1633)  Tomari asar ashe

With expectation of Your arrival,
In many gardens flowers have blossomed.
Stepping slowly You please come
With cadence and melody, meter and song.

To attain You, that's what everybody wants;
With Your hue, their color mingles.
The whole world sways to Your liila;
One and all, they race in Your direction.

You are Supreme and everyone just atoms,
Core pollen spores, stimulated by Your rhythm.
Motionless, their speed becomes rapid,
Having thought about You in a mental corner.

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