It's all You

(3776) Priyatama amar ghare

Dearest, at my place of dwelling, Please arrive, making light replete. Kindly beam Your honeyed smile, Mind-bewitching, with lips sweet. I want not to obtain anything; I just want to donate unto Thee... Through Your cadence and music mode to get frenzied, By Your presence in a hundred streams. I have gone on coveting more than sufficient; I have run behind phantasmic mirages. High and low having assessed, All my life have I done wrongly.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

It takes time

(3775) Juga juga dhare ceyechi tomare

For many ages I have wanted Thee; After long, I received. What is Your play divine, hard realized; In darkness, it had kept me. I had thought: Whole day from morning, By own strength, deeds I'll keep doing. You informed me at the noontime: Even grass moves by mercy. Earth goes on spinning round by kindness Thine; Six seasons[1] arrive, from clouds water they yield. The sky and air blanket with gist of moonlight, Ambrosia of consciousness replete. Action and knowledge, direction they hide; But in the dust of Your feet they make lie. On a litter of nectar does love glide; Honey gets the bee.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Because it is His blessing

(3774) Magheri shese vasanta ese

At Magha's end, having come the spring, It went on telling me: "Rise, friend; today move in company mine!" And through warm air, who does make sound, Rousing and blithesome: "Please arrive... Him we hold in mind." Neath fresh greenery has gotten lost the dry-leaf bunch; In forest-abode has smiled the tender palash. This environment, love's ecstasy, One decorates Him with floral attire. Filled with beauty is the world outside; In outright grief why will you bide? Everyone gleeful, lost in laughter, That Season King[1] we greet thereby. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Between Him and me...

(3773) Dhyaneri suvase cidakashe

At the fragrance of my meditation upon sky of psyche, The wave that awakened, Who will impede it; who will mislead! My mental peacock and the heavens hazy, Having viewed one another, they had frolicked, Fixedly and mist-free? None else knows, but both of us, we cognize... No one I told; and alike, He did not vocalize... Bright white, that great delight, He vanquished me, He vanquished me. Let none accept, but heed do I... The slight touch of intuition mine... Inside my sleeping mind, clandestinely, Love He let be stirred with a sense thrilling. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I don't mind

(3772) Prabhu tomar amar pratham dekha

Lord, our first meet, Yours and mine, It was on what seashore? I've forgot lunar day, time of month; I've forgotten vision's cost. Fondness was inside the mind; Thereby You made replete. By light of dawn You had appeared, Letting fall dew-washed feet, Like reddish glow amid abalone, 'Pon a pearl's splendid beauty. You wished to go, quitting me, Like a colored flambeau of gloaming. In mind I've kept, did not grant leave, Having grasped eternity. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

For You I am ready to fight

(3771) Rudraviinar jhaunkare taunkar

With the twanging sound of a bin, A bow You did fetch. Amassed by the thousands were whatever sins; To ashes You burned them in a moment. Having rid the worthless, You brought pith; Earth, You made it understand: You are apotheosis. All I desire and what I believe mine is: For only a short while with me it dwells. Forgetting You, I've gone on coveting worldliness; In the heavens I wished not to hold a tiny nest. Eyes closed, a gloom-ocean I've beheld; Light-beams ever flashing, I did not witness. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

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