Friday, August 21, 2020

Ode of a woodland doe

(1678)  Nrtyeri chande ke ele

In dance cadence Who arrived?
Won't You tell me; kindly say.
Cymbals play at shrine of mind;
For Whose sake that homage is paid?

On silent feet You appeared at core of psyche;
Secretly having come, a seat in mind You took.
You made ring the anklets of tranquility;
But for whom You make liila, that's not understood...
No, it's not understood.

Fickle are the notions of a woodland doe,
But my song on forest trail is surging.
Reverie is effusive upon psyche's road...
Eyes bright, oh the eyes are smiling.

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1 comment:

  1. Even though I can't fathom You or Your liila, I delight in thinking of You... my heart sings louder than the mind's fear or logic.