Your gracious omnipresence

(2704)  Vahnishikha tumi meru hime

You are a tongue of fire in the polar chill;
You are in a heart filled.
Seeing does not fly, only understanding works,
Within life's every stratum.

To the mortal world You are heaven's luster,
Amaranthine fragrance on a Malabar silk-cotton.
You are in the colorful collection of forms
And in each string of the mental veena.

You are with every tune in both beat and rhythm;
With music, with clatter, in an unseen residence.
With twang of bows, with clang of swords,
At each minute in each hour of existence.

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