Aug 20, 2015

I offer to you a garland woven in surrender

হার-মানা হার পরাব তোমার গলে
haar mana haar

I offer to you a garland woven in surrender
I can no longer keep myself away in self-delusion

I know my sentimental pride will be swept away
My heart will shatter in acute pain
Emptied, it will sing out like a flute
My tears will erode even stone

The lotus petals will unfurl one by one
The honeyed sweetness will not be withheld

Whose gaze will beckon to me from the skies
Call me away from home in silence
Nothing will remain, nothing at all
I will attain ultimate oblivion at your feet

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