Sunday, August 6, 2023

Rid my blunder

(2718)  Sona jhara e jyotsna nishiithe

On this gold-dripping, moonlit night,
To attain You, racing goes the mind.
Oh You, aglow with heaven's luster,
Gave this dull world rays of light.

Unhindered, Your winning chariot goes ahead,
Its course, from no beginning to only without end,
The maker of welfare, so ruin for the wicked,
To rouse in soul knowledge of what's right.

You'd been, You are, You will stay, Self-born Lord;
Anything at all at no time do You ignore.
But yet Yourself I forget, subject to infatuation;
Thunderbolt in hand, pray remove the oversight.

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