Thursday, January 11, 2024

My cynosure

(2883)  Tomari patha ceye, tava bhavana niye

Only Your path observing,
Your contemplation taking,
I know not how much lifetime
Cleaving has gone of mine.
I remember just Your way;
I count only hopeful days.
It dances round You solely,
Happiness-and-sorrow's rite.

You simply smile from afar,
But by that grin You rid the dark.
I know that myself You regard,
Ever my own, hey the One I prize.

Close by why don't You come?
Even the least gap is not borne.
Having appeared in psyche, speak of love;
The memory of agony is set aside.

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