Saturday, November 21, 2020

My place or Yours?

(1766)  Phulavane ami tomay ceyechi

In a flower garden I have looked at Thee;
Like my honeybee, please go on staying.
Having submitted to a heart that's tiny,
A song of the Infinite do sing.

Mid a jungle of ferocious beasts,
May Your anklets always ring.
Among fearsome specters, utterly gloomy,
Light's path, please reveal.

This my aspiration is not at all hopeless;
Is there any other who will quench my thirst?
If You be not come to my heart,
Lift me up then into Yours.

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