Bliss beyond measure

(2905)  Tumi esechile, mor manera kone

You had gained entry
To my mental cranny,
Stealthily.
In bower of magnolia, with sound on breeze,
A shake is given to and fro in a hundred streams.

On seeing the swing, You've arrived– I understood;
My invitation since ages, today You have heard.
You have taken notice of my inner words;
Such bliss... to whom will I speak?

With that swaying go on dancing animals and birds;
In tempo, beat, and rhythm are the trees and branches.
Whatever I view is overwhelmed with passion,
Enthusiastic to attain Thee.

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