With this pluvial evening,
On the rain screwpine spores go sailing.
Moon is hidden by the clouds, but still in mind is seen:
Ambrosia it showers ungrudgingly.
In gloomy nest the peacock weeps,
A luminous moon not having got to see.
Active with trumpet-roar are bolts of lightning;
And in tongue unknown, frogs keep calling.
The far-flung outer space is beckoning;
It educates to break constrictive boundaries.
Forgetting everything, mind hankers for the One Only;
It abides in thought of Him exclusively.
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Even when we see Him not, He welcomes our advances.
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