My song has put off her adornments.
She has no pride of dress and decoration.
Ornaments would mar our union;
they would come between thee and me;
their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight.
O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet.
Only let me make my life simple and straight,
like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
-- With Regards and Prayers (D. Bhanudas) 89035 36440 Visit: www.vkendra.org See : http://dbhanudas.wordpress.com See :The Ideal of Self-Confidence
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