Baby, The Divine Form - Poem by Harekrishna Meher
Behold the effulgent form of divinity
in the soft figure of a child,
which is endowed with pure,
white and beautiful teeth.
Verily in the mortal world,
the child forms heavenly bliss,
the fruit of conjugal figures.
In the lucid river of child’s body,
overflows the cheerfulness
of lovely love-creepers.
Sweet smile of the child is splendid
having indistinct utterance of syllables
and so an object of ever-remembrance.
In the lovely lips shine delicacy and lucidity.
Sarasvati, the Goddess of Speech,
spreads her nectareous jingling,
graceful, faultless and rich.
Auspicious divinity and purity
lightly and delightfully
dance in the utterance of the child.
Music, unread and unknowingly attained,
flows in the cries and gaieties of the child.
In the child, who bears
a miniature form of Cupid,
the god of love and beauty,
there abide guilelessness and swiftness limpid.
In every limb of the child,
reigns the guileless comeliness
sprung from the creation
of the omnipresent Supreme Self.
In the ambrosial abode of child’s figure
scintillate innocence as well as sagacity.
Effulgent appearance of divinity
one can obviously observe
in the delicate form of the child.
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