Thursday, July 8, 2021

My quandary

(1958)  Tomake bheve bheve balo kii phal habe

From often musing on You, say what fruit will be,
Though You did not come to my dwelling.
I think I will not think, but still why do I think?
Come and inform me.

Aglow, the lamp of hope had been sustained;
A garland of flowers had been arrayed.
In mind-blossoms at a garden solitary,
Nectar had been kept replete.

What I am to do or not to do, declare right away;
Surrender's formula kindly inculcate.
Sitting in meditation-pose with ardent psyche,
I would hold on to Thee.

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