The image of thee, Oh my love,
so blissful, i feel close to me;
though how far thou may be,
seems like the blemaing light of the moon full,
on the dark beauty of earth oblivious;
such is the beauty of thee,
that makes me so replete;
with thy love so divine and my heart,
so full of thine!
But where are thou, Oh my love,
for my life without thee,
is like a moon with no sun,
and just vanish inthe darkness around,
with no sign of me ever to be!
I look for thee here and there,
I look for thee everywhere;
I ask thee, please come to me
I ask thee, please come to me.
17/03/08.. Tanjjore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem