Sunday, August 9, 2020

Angel on high come nigh

(1666)  Phuler vane parii elo

A sprite entered the flower grove;
What on earth for, no one knows!
Having doled out nectar to the bosom of a blossom,
Inside both ears, privately he whispered.

Floral dust, having wafted, having drifted,
It got scattered on the remote firmament.
The world atomic, it got blended
With the vast pulse macrocosmic.

Petals of assorted colors,
Light's lantern let them be kindled.
In the mortal realm the sun arrived
With the ninth paradise.

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