Sunday, October 25, 2020

Such a liila

(1739)  Tomar tare ashru jhare

On account of You tears run...
For Your sake garland is strung,
Due to You tears run;
And yet, oh Deity, not a word You tell;
Don't You grasp my mental distress?

On a skyward path, upon light's chariot,
You keep rising on a stream of thought.
To eye's pupil, You do not submit;
My anxiety, don't You consider?

You are in complete hiding
Within psyche, within the heart's deeps,
Inside of each cavity, confusingly,
With a lost song's rehearsed melody.

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1 comment:

  1. Though it all feels vaguely familiar, can anybody fathom it?