Tuesday, August 2, 2022

His mysterious grace

(2349)  Tumi ele alo jharale

You came and shed effulgence
At this, my floral garden.
Color having scattered, love having wakened,
Who knows where You went.

Understanding style of affection, it is hard;
Shines sometimes from close-by, sometimes from afar.
On occasion a drop, on occasion an ocean,
Every moment You don a dress.

I've achieved, even by force saying so cannot be;
Lost am I, lost am I, in mind always fear.
Thine is the victory, from stellar space I hear–
Floating on the wind it descends.

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1 comment:

  1. It permeates everything, even me. Who am I, and what can I attain?