Monday, June 22, 2026

Your name's merit



(3699) Hatashay nirashay man deke jay

In despair, despondency, mind goes on calling
Unto You, oh Lord; it is non-stop.
Whether You listen, to know, I cannot;
Just that You are pleasant do I fathom.

Every moment, trice, and microsecond, You dance, Master;
Self-born and endless, unfinished are You ever.
You had been, You are, and staying You'll continue;
Nonetheless, I go on seeking Your habitation.

Constraint of river from mountain, You heed not;
Ocean or wave, You consider not.
With just Your light-beams all go on dancing;
Your appellation is sin's annihilation. 

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Sunday, June 21, 2026

Only then You come nigh



(3698) Lukiye patha cala e kii liila

Wayfaring hidden, what is this liila;
Into public view why don't You come?
To behold You, in thought to cling,
Crave they, the ones You love.

This Your motion tortuous, does it benefit anybody;
By a plain and straight path catches not a psyche?
Unaltered age after age is that reality;
Even a trace of that within You, is there none?

Otherwise could this my understanding be mistaken;
You are unequaled by ordinary units of measurement.
When going to fathom Thee, any other notion mixing,
Then embrace not granting, You laugh, staying afar.

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Friday, June 19, 2026

Spring reverie



(3697) Akashe cand je hase phagun mase

On sky at this month of Phagun, the moon smiles,
In this springtime wind.
Buds having forgot shame, having lifted eyes,
Which constant ally do they wish?

They go on saying: "Kindly, do come near;
Take seat alongside, lovingly.
Under a vernal breeze, with feet ajingle,
From Your heart agreeable don't dismiss.

"How many miles remote You be,
We don't want to know, as You have dwelt in psyche.
Yourself we behold on looking glass of mind,
With blooming consciousness like tender-grassy specter."

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Myself do take



(3696) Tumi nitya ami rikta

You are for always, while I am threadbare;
Making earth emanate a heavenly nectar,
Bewetted You have made.

There's not any grudge in my thought;
Somebody incomplete merely begs completion.
Pardoning a trifling one's faults and dereliction,
Graciously saturate.

Comparing You and me, there is little alike;
I am a firefly, You are the moonlight.
Scorning not my desire,
Amicably consecrate.

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Thursday, June 18, 2026

Because You like games



(3695) Ganer e malakhani dobo tomay je

This tiny wreath of song, I will give it to Thee.
Come near and nearer, please...
In my tangible proximity.

In a blossom You're concealed
At a fragrant spot, from view screened.
Behind a curtain of dappled petals' hiding,
Amidst some unfamiliar Hades,
Dances which Person heavenly?

I know that You like divine sport,
So I grant that gaily You're mysterious.
That same liila's tiny portion,
My celestial mine of diamonds;
In rhythm and bliss it reigns supreme.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Much more than what He seemed



(3694) Cander deshe hathat ese

From Moonland, having come of a sudden,
Which sprite went on singing songs?
He thrilled with melody, set adrift on ideation;
Mind He did abduct, unmentioned.

Of thought's house there is no periphery;
There's no bar on coming and going.
Nothing is the like of its prosperity;
It allowed keeping both sides of sport.

In a feigned garb He had come;
He went, leaving the pollen of love.
At azure firmament with hint of Unlimited,
He kept sailing on a stream of song.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2026

With moonbeams on sea and land



(3693) Alo esechilo cand hesechilo

Light had come, the moon had smiled.
Alongside dark clouds with lively passion,
A peacock had danced; buoyant had been the mind.

Gloom's end had been, Darling, I have realized;
Despair having rid, hope You give in full supply.
My bewitched prostration You acquire;
You played on psyche's lyre.

My dormant heart, awakened it did rise;
Awareness defunct, sense returning, it arrived.
With drunken zest, frantic became life;
Into one the many, they did unite.

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