The Moon Has Shone Upon Me - Poem by Vidyapati Thakur
The moon has shone upon me,
the face of my beloved.
O night of joy!
Joy permeates all things.
My life: joy,
my youth: fulfillment.
Today my house is again
today my body is
of destiny smiled on me.
No more doubt.
Let the nightingales sing, then,
let there be myriad
rising moons, let Kama's
five arrows become five thousand
and the south wind
softly, softly blow:
for now my body has meaning
in the presence of my beloved
Vidyapati says, Your luck is great;
may this return of love be blessed.
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