Saturday, October 17, 2020


(1731)  Oi ucchala priitisagare

In that surging sea of love,
Rumbling are You, my Darling.
On this fickle pond of psyche,
I have made an unsurpassed lotus blossom.

With the brilliance of light You smile;
On pure floral resin You rise.
Everyone You love with whole heart and mind,
Oh the Most Intimate One.

In both joy and sadness You have been along;
And sinful or virtuous, You do not abhor.
You have viewed everyone in the same fashion;
Oh God, unto You humble salutation!

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