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

And then a cosmos came

(3763) Ami jani na keu jane na

Know not I, knows no one, When first You had appeared. There was not date or moment, or computation; On Earth's surface, nobody was there. There was not a grain of dust, not a rain shower: No cloud transformation from mist to water. There had been no sunshine, this environment: On flower petals, the bees a-buzzing. There was no demise or the touch of nectar; There was no nighttime or even the day's mirth. There was not a microsecond's radiance of luster; Within Time Eternal,[1] all were deep asleep. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

With You it's more than just a link

(3762) Tomar katha shuni bare bare ami

Your tale I listen to repeatedly; Night and day about You I do think. Your sweet smile, upon floral pollen sailing, Without equal it gives swing. On my mind Your footprint is painted; Petals of Your garland are in my mem'ry garden. Your movement's rhythm, it brings speed unto existence; Hey my Intimate, hey the Ever Mystifying. All the time You're with me, if or not convenient, A triumphant tilak all-conquering, having etched on forehead. Inside, a drop accommodates ocean-water bottomless; The molecule You make fused with the Supreme. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

The particulars don't matter

(3761) Tomar saunge paricayer

Of my acquaintance with Thee, Day and date to mind don't spring. You have simply stayed filling psyche; Whole of life You are there. Mine had been no riches worldly; Like an assortment of gems, Yourself I received. In breast of a molecule was a gravelly reflection; On a leafless branch, fresh greenery's palpitation. In a cloud black as ink, a rainbow's radiation; Compassion You made complete. A bloom that had dropped beside the way, neglected; Which is that Florist Who plucked it from the forest? On it color did He lavish, He infused a sweet scent; You are only He, on far bank of ebony. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Why have You gone?

(3760) Esechili kene geli

You had appeared; why did You leave? Tearing down my house built, oh You left. Now to whom will I speak, who will comprehend me! Oh Lord, is this how You made love? Like a kite upon me swooping, You had pounced on my movement-species. Away You went, making all empty; Oh why break my heart developed? You disappeared; why did You accept defeat? You tore the floral garland mine at Your feet. This my necklace, oh You did not fathom. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I don't truly recongize...

(3759) Ajanar sure caliyachi dure

I have gone afar on an Unknown One's melody, At an Unknown One's beckoning. An Unknown One, ever He's a stealer of my mind, A mystery ringed by fancy. An unknown sun's familiar rays of light, Sensation theirs I've deemed fine. An Unknown One, by floral thread, myself smiling He has tied, every tiny piece. The Unknown Pilgrim, when familiar He will be, For a moment He'll abate the light's festivity. The light, it sails on my heart-speech, On the warm blood of my vivacity. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Let me cry for Thee

(3758) Nupura ranane maner gahane

To the jingle of ankle-bells at mental depths, When the sonance gets awakened, There is naught its equal, naught its like. It has come, invading ears at a grove of shyness; Why despite resolution don't I find? At memory's shrine, satisfied are which ones... Those with tears held at heart's core. Together with a moonlit night's myrtle; In only His song, so just His thought, float on do I. Coated by the hue of fresh green leaf are You, my Darling, At abode of psyche, ever fit to be received cordially. A history of love is Your story; Hence, it brings delight to a mind deprived. Sarkarverse article Audio recording