Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Cause for celebration

(2954)  Tava agamane phul phutiyache

On Your advent flowers have blossomed;
In every garden hues have clung.
The bud of hope has filled with nectar;
In a mute mouth speech has woken up.

Today the southern wind's indifferent;
Where it goes soaring is unknown to it.
Nothing prevents flowing to the Infinite;
In contact with You it wants to come.

With floral pollen in each cloud cirrus,
On lightrays has the realm divine swung.
Deity has come down to the mortal world;
Heartbroken, why be crying any more?

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