Meditation

(1254)  Esechi ek notun deshe

I have come to a new land
With new color and new climate...
It's a new environment.

Here the sky is of a blue more deep;
With mind it is in greater harmony.
Birds chirping in the lonesome woods,
It stirs with newborn passion.

From floral scent and verdant craze,
Mind goes racing to a distant place.
A lost tune in an unknown tongue,
It makes me dance in exultation.

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