If You permit

(2988)  Kanta haye phutechilum

Become a thorn I had blossomed,
On the lotus stalk of Thee.
Forcefully a torrent had descended;
Me You whelmed with ecstasy.

I had been the pond beneath,
In the midst of water muddy.
Holding You upon my head,
Sorrow I've gone on forgetting.

Blows aplenty, have they not arrived,
The actions-and-reactions of life!
By not getting broken, Yourself
Skyward I have kept on raising.

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