Thy magnanimity, my Lord! !
Granted a flowing river, when asked for a drop.
My gratitude, for every breath; thy bestowal
for every speck.
The infinity of your blessings, at its top.
The valued moments are huge assets.
'The dreams of Soul' have sacred relation.
A veil of mud in bright, a voice of grace in light.
Deeply engrossed, in the words of high connection.
The vague commands of yours.
The humble submission of mine..
The august connection of relation, between creator and creation
of divine dream; ended after a short doctrine.
Since then, I couldn't shake off its effects.
Thy affection set deep roots in my heart.
My soul mesmerises as I reminisce.
Wish it's depiction of it, after it departs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem