A string of flowers

(1966)  Katabar asa kata bhalabasa

How often I've arrived and how much the love,
How many the tears shed and smiles beamed around Thee,
Intellect discerns not, and intuition does not fathom
Why am I frequently coming and going.

From olden times Your cadence,
It goes on flowing with a bliss measureless.
No one can suppress that thing;
In circles all spin round You only.

Hey God of Gods, Your information,
It cannot be contained by any chronicle.
Statements in essays of reason and logic,
On the waters of kindness sail off somewhere.

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