Friday, January 29, 2021

None are illegitimate

(1825)  Puspashakha anamika

The nameless floral offshoot,
Feeling like an earring, she swings back and forth.
Arrived the Caring One, and what did He do?
Plucked He the blossom of love.

She begins swaying as in a drowsy stupor;
The bud is smiling in both form and color.
What I imagine is therefore she feels good...
A silver pendant inside dew's cradle.

There is no day or date, or any fixed abode...
The mind is effusive with cadence manifold.
Dancing she's proceeded, name unknown,
Conception's riverbank inundated.

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1 comment:

  1. All of us are God's children. We share a common Parent and the same inheritance.