Sunday, March 7, 2021

On my way to the Supreme

(1861)  Kiser ashay kon se neshay

With what expectation, under which intoxication,
This world had You created?
With scent and touch, form and flavor,
You'd been filling it up.

Oh Divine Tailor without peer,
Every creature's Most Dear,
All my hopes and hankerings,
Upon mind You alone had conferred.

Oh the One with shape and properties unique,
With a sweet ideation fit to receive,
My wholehearted love, do take it please
On both banks of thought's river.

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1 comment:

  1. No matter where my thoughts lead, let them take me to Thee.