Sunday, February 14, 2021

On waking

(1843)  Tomari surer srote aj prabhate

On Your melodic stream this morning,
A wreath I have strung.
Whether or not You want to don it,
I have loved; let it be acknowledged.

From a fountain at the place of mystery,
Into my life melodies come floating.
With vocal modulation, cadence, and beat,
I have tried to appease Him through songs aplenty.

A tune sails off into the sphere unseen
On the clattering of a dormant psyche.
But with an unnamed song of inner feelings,
Suddenly, Himself I have seized.

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1 comment:

  1. The errant heart He conquers. When that heart sings to Him, only then does He get pleased.