From on high

(3551) Tumi esechile priya

You had come, Beloved,
At end of dark, new-moon night,
O'er eastern mountain^[1] pouring light,
Disrepute setting aside in a trice.

On Earth's surface none had been alive,
My tale of pain to realize.
In private You arrived
From grief and glee's lofty sky.

From world above came the light rays;
Form to bloom in many hues did they make.
And Your smile it conveyed
As mood's reply, thought-realm derived.

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