Wednesday, October 14, 2020

To be free

(1728)  Tandra nave ankhite

Drowsiness descends on eyes
Even with a mild splendor.
Hey Master, on flute Thine
Giving call, please make conscious.

Like a stream of heaven's nectar,
To infuse still more luster,
With Your many modes of music
Please emit a surging current.

I have nothing more to wish;
Gloomy dark, Lord, You've abolished.
My net of illusion You have ripped;
Please make heard the song of freedom.

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1 comment:

  1. A strong stimulus is what I need. Should I tend to fall asleep, with pleasing light and sweet music, please revive and drive me.