Thursday, October 22, 2020

Oh my Sacred Hymn

(1736)  Kon prabhate tomar sathe

With You on which day's break
Acquaintance had taken place?
Surely it was not today, not today,
Acquaintance had taken place.
With a string of memories on a flower tray,
Down it was not written, out of love made.

Life's river flows upstream;
About You is all that we think.
So with a convoluted pursuing,
Dancing, mind proceeds, oh the Holy Poetry.

From early morning's crimson color
Into my cognition You did come.
You wakened me to what state conscious,
Hey Arcadia's Embodiment of Song!

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1 comment:

  1. When it all began I had no indication it would be such a sweet journey.