Roused from sleep

(3393) Jhainjhavate ghurnivaye tumi esechile

Like a gale, like tornado, You had come;
I had been dozing.
Through cadence and tune on the mental mirror,
Myself You woke up;
I had peered.

All events of the past have I forgotten;
Looking toward a new dawn have I been.
Stories of ancient days, lost memories' torment,
Everything cast adrift I let be.

Stately coming near, words did You utter;
A mental niche hard-to-reach You entered.
Honeyed that contemplation, radiant that awareness,
In that myself I went swimming.

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