Let a spark from your compassionate eyes
Kindle the fire of devotion that never dies!
Let the devotional fire gulp all gathered dirt,
In all birth and death cycles millions left!
Let not dancing fierce flames are quenched;
Until all grunge and grime - dry or drenched,
Are consumed - nothing should be left,
Except love that makes a burning heart.
Meera disappeared into immense love unto Krishna.
Aandal dissolved into dedicated love unto Ranga.
I am not an avatar like them, yet I wish
You to burn me up, by Your love, into ash!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a love for mother? shakes the heart of an ordinary mortal like me; Amma should have already landed at yr place...very natural in love and content..great poem