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Hymns of Thayumanavar
Pervasive Cosmic Form (24/33)
Secret of the Intelligence of the Infinite Space
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All thought of Thee
In this world and next,
I shall make a picture of Thee
And mount the thorny fibre-horse
In the classical Madal *[1] way,
Vowing never to dismount until Thou accept me.
I will cry aloud for Thee, saying:
''Will Thou not come?
Thou the Lord of my life?''
Encircling me from directions several,
Thou made me all Thine own.
Letting myself not investigate
And knowing further,
Like the wounded at heart
I wept in silence,
Shedding tears in profusion.
Sighing and sobbing
So did I stand transfixed.
FootNotes:
[1] A poem figuratively describing a disappointed
lover riding on a thorny palmyra leaf stalk.
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