Snared by the Beauty

We present this work in honor of Chhath Puja

1833 – 1896



My soul cries out,
Snared by the beauty
Of the formless one.
As I cry by myself,
Night and day,
Beauty amassed before my eyes
Surpasses numberless moons and suns.
If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat;
And I see him walk on the stars
Blazing my heart

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