O All-Seeing Eye, illuminate my mind
To drink in the nectar of things exceedingly beautiful
And ecstatically extol the Master Designer masterful
All the while aspiring to beam inor designer resourceful
Just as a devotee in rare moments gets elevated to be a god graceful
This transfiguration is the miracle the devotee experiences awful
The sky of the Self gets sunny and resplendent, real ethereal
All thoughts of doom flee away, the vales get exalted eminently
Transcendent vision of star-dazzle soars up majestically
As oft, balmy breeze fondles me, inducing in me Edenic grace blissful
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I would like to translate this poem
Really a beautiful and insightful work of art elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Varghese.