(604) Akash vatas bhare giyechilo
The sky and air were steeped
In dumbfounded heaven's grief.[1]
Flute in hand, You were standing,
With floral scent, the sweet attending.
In the dew-drenched atmosphere,
Your pink lips were angry.
Your message of love was revealed,
Creating stir in the seven spheres.[2]
Euphoric prelude to Your song surging,
A plangency came on genial breeze.
With moonlight were Your eyelids smeared.
A sound poured forth that was heavenly;
It sprawled beneath Your lotus feet.
Those with no voice, then they appeared,
That their intentions be made clear;
Your tenderness was veiled with severity.
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