Wednesday, September 23, 2020

His grace cannot be gauged

(1707)  Jadi tare na bhalo basi

When I do not hold Him dear,
Why then does He dote on me?
When I don't please Him with my psyche,
Why then in my thinking does He beam?

Time of sunshine, time of shade,
With Him only do I play.
Boundless are His games untold,
And through them to me He comes close.

By the day's light or night's black,
Through all the mundane good and bad,
With varicolored rays of thought,
He grants embrace in fun, in form.

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