(86) Megher majhe agun jvele
| Amid the clouds a fire is ignited— Like a thunderbolt, You have come. Shaking the planet bedrock, Over earthquake, You danced. There's no end to Your sport, From sky to distant horizon. In sound, in touch, in form, in taste, In scent, You have blossomed in my heart. You are the pollen of the humblest flower. You are the floor of the deepest sea. Blending Your color with the colors of all, What dalliance have You fomented? |
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