Friday, September 25, 2020

Nearer to me

(1708)  Tomari madhura hasi

Only Your honeyed smile,
It drives out of mind
All my grief and need, pain and shame, in a trice.
That magic flute of Yours
It surely does bestir
Those lulled to sleep with its fully sweet rapture.

Memories of joy and songs of pain,
I had saved with their petals upraised...
I never let them get erased.
Whatever type may be the memory,
On its crimson contact it excites greatly.

Oh my dearest Darling,
Please do appear closer to me...
Kindly exude a heart-filling melody,
With its hope of Your attainment only.

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