Your liila

(3825) He prabhu tomar liila, ke bujhite pare balo

Hey Lord, Your Divine Play, Who can understand, pray tell please. In the vastness of space it floats on thought, Like an ocean overflowing. In outer space, on water, or onshore, At foot of a tree or upon mountain, In a string of waves or in meteor flames, In phases of the moon, moving. A making-and-breaking Mayic game, A sorrow heap, a pleasure fair, It gets witnessed absent strain: Life's lotus with laughter and tears. Sarkarverse article Audio recording