Tuesday, July 7, 2020

When He enters

(1632)  Madhur parashe harase

With influence, sweet and joyous,
You entered the room, Most Beloved.
Delighted and smiling,
The flowers welcome Thee.

Amid all the honey, love is overflowing;
Amid songs aplenty showers down ambrosia.
With novel implication and much prosody,
My homage I embellish with articles of worship.

The dance-sweetness in my psyche,
In both leaf and flower it does spark.
From Paradise the Mohan[1] of memory,
His splendor rises, piercing the dark.

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