(1101) Ashoke palashe durva ghase
Within ashok and palash, and in the crabgrass too,
Whimsical are You, oh my Lovely You...
You are beautiful, so very beautiful.
In the chirping of a bird in deserted forest,
In the murmur of a spring, You are enchanting.
With deep blue garb of far azure
On ruby sunrise in the eastern heavens...
With play of hues at fest of sweetness,
In color You trickle on the seashore.
Yourself can anyone else catch?
You are the Lord, immensely vast.
Only by Your grace the world proceeds,
And yet with words and thought You are beyond reach.
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He dreams the impossible while we dream of Him.
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