Wiping away the darkness of fog,
removing all traces of disappointment,
carrying the lamp of hope in hand,
He came at night.

His eyes were filled with love,
His face was illuminated with effulgence.

Silently, leaving His cyclic moving on the path,
He stopped at my door.
The sky was loaded with clouds,
the firmament of my mind was filled with ideation.

Thinking of Him,
tears accumulated in my eyes.
On that evening of the rainy season,
the magnolia flowers
spread fragrance into the air.

Looking at the moon that hid behind the clouds,
the peacock started dancing.

On the dust of His feet,
mercy prevailed,
in my mind,
delusion aroused.
Into this delusion,
by the touch of that dust,
vibrations sprang forth.