Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Joie de vivre

(1782)  Phul bale mor madhute thako

Flower says, "With my nectar You remain;
Honey mine is for Your sake."
Mind says, "In my bosom You remain,
At times of pain or comfort, ever and always."

You are my celestial splendor,
All refugees' one true shelter.
Only You are the speed of each movement,
In each age and epoch-making revolution.

Stream of water upon desert-passage,
Flow of light to gloomy darkness,
In a dry heart, ambrosial emission,
Outside of recognized or unfamiliar.

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