Monday, August 10, 2020

Hidden by a storm

(1667)  Bahire bahiche jhar

Outside blowing is a cyclone.
When He did show,
A floral touch was piercing soul;
But Him I did not know...
Why does He like so?
He took me and made His own.

Hurricane speeds rapidly, unrestrained;
Lightning goes on flashing to a storm's refrain.
Into my ear, privately He did say:
"Filled with song, be most brave";
And on my throat, His sweetness was sprayed.

The storm has abated, blows a gentle breeze;
Still, the same memory springs to mind constantly.
He has gone to a very distant country,
Garbed as love's deputy;
He left, taking with Him heart-core's speech.

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