Thursday, March 30, 2023

Lord, let there be an encore

(2589)  Tumi ar ami sedin pradose

That day, You and I in the evening
Had been sitting underneath a bakul tree.[1]
With the moon's smile and a mild fragrance sweet,
I have floated upon billows of melody.

You had told: "See, I am come;
Such trackless deserts I have crossed.
I have passed o'er mountains lofty,
Having heard your call on azure soaring."

Another meeting since then did not happen;
That moon-trail did not rise on firmament.
On blooms I did not see that stripe of loveliness,
That which You had traced formerly.

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