Tuesday, February 23, 2021

You sweep me up and whisk me off



(1850)  Ucchala jalataraunga sama tumi ele

Like a surging wave of water You came;
Mixed with life, You went away.
Cadence of brisk river as the lure, the world
Onto Your lap upraised You took.

The tune I've rehearsed I sang not in public;
People did not know the oath accomplished.
Amid done and undone, I maintain a hundred works;
The sum and substance You made heard.

Earth got its life upon Your touch;
Upon Your pleasure, everyone is rapturous.
By Your tremendous gift in songs full of fondness,
With splendor You did pack existence.

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1 comment:

  1. Sitting in Your lap I carry out my work... or is it Yours?

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