By Sri SIVA SANKARA SWAMI

(Rendered from Telugu by P. S. Sastri)

There is a splendour sweet, profound, in all the world,

It’s rare, unique and transcendental light that blows

As soon I see your face; at once is born too close

A humility dancing at a lowly glance,

That renders bright the ends of the tripping eyes by chance:

It is a glance that twines with purest thoughts unfurled.

Your form lies enveloped by light, profuse and rare,

There is a cloth of spotless white you graceful wore,

While walking sweet and slow; those fine jewels did pour

The harmonious sounds: all I remember now;

They move free in the streams that scan my mind with love;

And there’s the tide of joy that swells my soul too fair!

There is the face delightful, lovely like the light

That comes from all the splendours of the lotus flowers.

Blossoming in the lake at dawn; it spells the showers;

And as it rose this morn, beloved dear, the eyes

Bequeathed a path for all the deep worries and cries

That raged like moonlight here; gone is that light!