Thursday, March 4, 2021

The golden magnolia



(1857)  Kanak canpa kanak canpa

Kanak champak, golden magnolia,
In Whose mental garden had you unfolded?
In Whose psyche had you been hidden?

The big tree, straight and lofty, having filled,
Blossoming in layers you'd ascended.
At Whose lotus feet, blessing to collect,
Night and day, a sweet scent you lavish.

More than gold unalloyed, a joy to the mind,
With pollen scented like a bloom of paradise...
The Clothier Divine, Who is He that sent you?
Yourself Who had prized?

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1 comment:

  1. In His eyes, that which is mundane becomes extraordinary; and what is extraordinary becomes divine.

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