TEXT 140

TEXT 140

smita-kiraṇa-sukarpūre, paiśe adhara-madhure,
sei madhu mātāya tribhuvane
vaṁśī-chidra ākāśe, tāra guṇa śabde paiśe,
dhvani-rūpe pāñā pariṇāme

Перевод

"His slight smiling and fragrant illumination are compared to camphor, which enters the sweetness of the lips. That sweetness is transformed and enters into space as vibrations from the holes of His flute.