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Silently, secretly I listen to your extraordinary song about eternity in wonder, in pride. Morning is your song and its lustre makes the earth splendid The motion of your music pulsates the air like the heavy pounding of deep impenetrable waves, causing the ocean to billow so against shore, causing my heart to beat so, Your music journeys from high, unstopped, unbaled like Ganga's torrent and causes my bounded blood vessels to burst open, to loose from I long to sing with you, but I don't have the voice, nor the words I long to talk with you, but I don't have the poem within me to match your song My life-breath wails in longing, My Lord, as I lie defeated I have become a prisoner to your beautiful song. (This translation was contributed by Gayatri Devi kpillai@post.cis.smu.edu ) |
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