Friday, January 5, 2024

It must be love

(2877)  Amanishar tamasa bhediya

Piercing a new-moon night's gloom,
Torch in hand, oh Who came,
Oh Who are You that came?
Do You love, I had mused...
Is that why You've kept dark at bay?

River-like I've moved ahead;
Upon a stream I've set afloat all torment,
Any stigma that to bosom I have taken,
Everything accumulated on the bank.

Toward Your isle this river migrates;
Oft in spate, oft on wane,
Ever wittingly, untroubled always,
The great union's altar, at its base.

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