Sunday, January 10, 2021

Of Thee I sing

(1806)  Tumi je gan geyechile phulavane

The song You had sung in the flower garden,
Its jingle, in the mind it still abides;
It is in the mind.
In the trappings You had worn with a smiling visage,
That form, even now it rises every moment.

Having been affixed to mind, You are life-filling;
Having been a ray of light, You are pain-vanquishing.
At the start You were mine; afterward, everyone's...
Night and day, kindly stay with me.

From Heaven came a strange but splendid beauty
To deluge with a stream unseen.
You are always mine; You are the quintessence...
I love You, knowing-or-unknowingly.

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