Soon as the flowery arrows
Of thine vermillion dawn wake me,
Every grain of thine Nature shows
And music flows filled with honey.
O let me live with my own life,
All content— cravings, nor a hint,
O grant me grace to greet all strife,
Let my face show not a faint tint.
My heart still showing enough thirst,
My eyes forever in thine search,
Shedding ocean of tears at first,
Grant me in thee a toe-hold of perch.
And whilst ye reside in my mind,
In times of joy as in sorrows,
Let me thine presence in me find,
That, equanimity it shows.
And let me see the world through thee,
That, one day I can thine self see.
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Musings | 13.08.14 |
Alone God can grant us grace to greet all strife. A beautiful spiritual poem is so impressively delineated. Thank you dear sir for poating this gem with us.
Really, words like these reinforce you to write more. Thank you so much, Kumarmaniji.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O let me live with my own life, All content— cravings, nor a hint, O grant me grace to greet all strife, Let my face show not a faint tint. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What a lovely prayer! ! ! And let me see the world through thee, That, one day I can thine self see. ____
Thanks for the good words, Bharatiji. After reading these two comments I now wonder how I wrote such a poem. Generally my prayers are mute. I never ask for anything, nor expect, for, I firmly believe, one gets no more than what is deserved.