Monday, June 14, 2021

My Lord, so sweet

(1933)  Maneri gahane madhura carane

Into depths of my mind, with honeyed feet
Please come, oh Beloved, revered by everyone.
Expecting Thee, alert am I seated,
In this self-discipline of silence.

The silence You dash, You bring grandiloquence;
Into a glum life, fine gentleness You dispense.
The history of me, my ballad of distress,
In Your looking glass is its portrait.

My faults and my virtues, You know each one;
So draw me close, to my sins granting pardon.
Upon me do confer the purest devotion[1]
To traverse a shoreless ocean.

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