Friday, May 12, 2023

At our darkest hour

(2629)  Snigdha sajala meghakajjala

Cordial, teary, and cloud-darkened,
At midnight You had arrived.
Come You had with profuse light;
You had floated on mirror of mind.

Pearls had dropped upon Your laugh;
On flute world had got up adance.
From upper lip's blood-red tint,
With eastern mountain[nb 2] You'd been dyed.

The night departed, came a newly risen sun;
Mind of mankind gained the light of dawn.
With sweet rhythm and enchanting mirth,
Love You'd amply supplied.

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