Saturday, March 2, 2024

By His kindness

(2933)  Andhar nishar bharasa mor

My buttress on dark night,
On desert path, the water-spring.
In chinks between ebony clouds,
Moon's coming and going.

At end of new-moon day, the crimson ray;
On summer's day, mild southern air.
At winter's finish, the springtime month of flowers;
Love's desire for all-round well-being.

There is no wish or acquisition;
Having mused on You, I get love.
With eyes open, I see evermore;
Limitless, Your mercy.

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording

1 comment: