Svapane se esechilo: Difference between revisions

Jump to navigation Jump to search
m
Translation... second verse
m (Refinement of first verse)
m (Translation... second verse)
Line 58: Line 58:
Without any invitation, He came.
Without any invitation, He came.


Into the sweet corner of my inner heart.
In the private corner of my heart,
Without being told, He sat down.
He silently took His seat.
With the touch of His own hand,
With His own hand He strummed
He strummed a tune  
A tune on my lyre.
On the strings of the lyre.


Gazing at my face, He wanted to say something.
Gazing at my face, He wanted to say something.

Navigation menu