Being on Your path

(3009)  Venuvane nupura pay

In bamboo^[1] grove, ankle-bells on feet,
Oh Who came, won't You tell me?
Rejoicing of the lower lip, lampblack of the eyes,
Made to rain is Heaven's splendid beauty.

From grove a flute echoes upon beach and forest path;
The darkness blazes with light beams.

Ones lost in Your melody from ocean to land,
They're made to faint, deluged by ecstasy.

Everything You do whereby kindness You show;
Lovingly, a cradle awareness-filled You make swing.

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