A millennium it seems to pass, since our meet seems to pass,
Yet unhurried the time seems to pass, unaware of my little past.
Try and fasten the clock I try, yet the time blissfully seems to pass,
Even the world seems to function in slow motion and in slow dance.
Not even the birds in a hurried race they seem to pass,
Yet fast forward the time, I try and try yet slowly it seems to pass.
Stand still I find myself to be, at a snail’s pace I seem to pass,
My lord laughing at my state, as my wit’s end, I seem to pass.
Slowly the awaited hour seems to arrive, as my impatience seems to pass,
Forget my wait, bedeck myself, for my lord is coming to meet me in repast.
- Dr. Hira