His stride

(569)  Akash aji dilo dhara

Today, I^[1] could hold the sky
In my eyes, oh, in my eyes.
You arrived today, yes, You arrived;
You came on feet both soft and light
In Your stride, yes, in Your stride.

Buds appeared on withered branches;
On dried up streams, rapids descended.
A desert became full of flowers,
For Your reception, yes, Your reception.

In the dark clouds, color prevailed;
And peacocks fanned their lovely tails.
A barren mind, it got pregnant
With Your conception, yes, Your conception.

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