When You sent here

(3770) Din ase jay drk cetanay

Day comes and goes with sight and sensibility, Though it looks not again at me. Lord, why am I helpless and lonely? Earth You've created with light and darkness; In sunlight's shadow You've kept me. Light-rays of morning sun, to get or not to get, Sunbeams harsh derive from them. Beneath the heat, a tender bud's incinerated; By a sacrificial fire, grass-blades get seared. Emanation Thine is hard and soft, stern and mild, A thunderbolt off and on, a tree-leaf at other times. Why to me only a cross You did provide, With undesired desert-craving? Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Grueling but sweet

(3769) Prabhu tomay amay nava paricay

Lord, between You and me, new is the relationship, Much time after. I had come with passion unbirthed; Myself You'd preserved. I've received comfort, and I've received vexation; At times I have smiled, or I've been anxious. Day and time and date, oh Guest Unknown, Sometimes I've forgotten, else I remember. I've received Your contact, gentle and pleasant; By a thunderbolt I've been whelmed, oh I have danced. Hey the Supreme Pleasure, hey the Meaningful Glow, With Your memory I am supporting Earth.[1] Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Yourself I cannot ignore

(3768) Anek tapasyay peyechi tomay

By much austerity have I gotten Thee; At no time will I forget, not in the least. With thread of love You have bound; hey You are dear to everyone, Having pleased and vibrated through melody in abundance. In the public home of consciousness with gentle strings of veena, By capering in the world, You are replete. Beneath cruel Summer conflagration or a stream of Rainy Season, In Autumn below sorrow tree's shade, in Prewinter under glacial flood, Wounded by Winter's frost, and in Spring by crest-and-trough, Your own particulars You go on presenting. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

How can I explain Your grace?

(3767) Praneri parage bhese tumi esechile

Sailing on my life's pollen, You'd arrived At my home, in my mind, Beloved. Clad in Phalgun's fresh green leaf, You had smiled; You'd decanted an ambrosia painted. There'd not been another on that night; None stirred beneath wind and moonlight. Even to another person, Your stride You hushed, even jingling anklets. Deep asleep had I been, oblivious; I did not proclaim a cordial invitation. I made not a rice-painting's construction; Knowing the way, You came nonetheless. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Dang, that was quite a Big Bang!

(3766) Prabhu tumi acho ar ami achi

Lord, You exist, as well do I; In the world, there is not a third person. I've invested all the nectar of my mind; Yourself have I wanted in isolation. Today Tantra and Veda became as one, Nyas, Pranayam, and Dhyan: in wisdom, no distinction... Filth got removed, far off did envy become. Just one moon smiles upon face of elation. All things, but a single emission: equivalent, Everything's a huge explosion's singular fundament... By love and affection, all is conglomerated; Thus in life there is only one Aim of Meditation. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I ask afresh

(3765) He prabhu tumi rayecho

Hey Lord, You have dwelt Upon land and in water, within everything. You have lavished Your love limitless On the endless thought-stream. Earth's essence of ambrosia, You're the Boon Companion, Eternal and true, the vast ocean. With divine bliss drops dance by the millions In sweetness of the lotus of Thee. A single drop am I also in Your stream; In Your hymn I rise and fall, laughing and crying. Prosody I get in life from Your splendid beauty; You are my beginning unto ending. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Love is the key

(3764) Tumi jadi mor ghare na ele

When to my house You did not come, Pointless going on seated, counting time. Utterly useless is a flowerbed raised for consideration, Sweetness of color that's made to delight. In the garden futile are the bela and malatii, The shiuli and champak, the chameli and juhi. Arati with a five-basined lamp, worthless completely, With extract of love the hymn sung thereby. With floral band, of totally no avail hair-braid to bind; A ballad in slow-halting meter,[1] it gets plied. With a belt of lodhra is the hip tied;[2] Upon beauty raag to lavish is desired. Sarkarverse article Audio recording