May we unite

(3691) Vishva jethay liin haye jay

Wherever the universe gets dissolved, Oh Cosmic Sustainer, it is under Your protection... Hearing of, thinking of, and meditating on the Lord In unison totally harmonious. Amid the many has remained the One; Dances the throng in a single, playful love... At an arbor of the One, in many a collection, Circling lotus feet, bumblebees hum. Having come from the One, into One they get absorbed; Finally becoming one are numerous ruminations... In the many's decoration He reigns with single thought; To that Cowherd King everybody pays attention. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

She gets assisted flight

(3690) Ganer e mala genthechi

This wreath of songs I've threaded, As I'll make You wear it, Dear. I wet it with ambrosial essence, Evening colors, watered by tears. It moves swaying to and fro, like an earring At base of stamen on lotus of psyche. Forgotten is distinction of friend and enemy, Eyes having raised up unblinking. Eyes have opened, having broken sleep; At shrine of mind, light has appeared. A deep-blue sky has spread wing, Feathers of a remote goose beneath. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Honeysuckle wisdom

(3689) Madhumalatiir mane kii maya chilo

What had been the magic in a Rangoon-creeper mind? Knows that not a person. What tale did she tell regarding rays of moonlight? Lunar digits she had fathomed. She had told: "Everybody moves in this Creation; All come and go off, none impedes anyone. Upon everybody emanates Providential love, Like a crimson light lustrous." Yet more she'd told: "There is only one Who is Dearest of all, The smiling, pure, well-intending, Cosmic Source. He is the ever-unseen splendor, His alone the Love Supreme; He is dazzling every second." Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Only so much one can do

(3688) Tumi eso amar ghare priya

Beloved, do come to my residence; Having opened door, I sit waiting. I have lit a torch, I've strung a wreath; An altar, I have kept it neat. I've no one to call my own; Private thoughts, which do I make known? So in plenty and in need, I want You alone; A load of love, poured I've let be. Hey, the ever-sweet One nearest, Stay with me in life, in death. In heat like cremation, with cow-milk as offset, A flower-bud I've kept replete. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

From You everyone gets everything

(3687) Vinati jai kare tava carana dhare

Catching Your feet, I keep paying obeisance; Do come to my house, repeatedly showing kindness. There are countless mansions to satisfy mind; Nonetheless, You alone are this my hut's architect. To only Your beat I dance, in only Your tune I sing; I heed just Your tempo, just Your lute I make ring. I too am but Yours; oh everything is only Thine, Just Your liila; You are this, my worldly existence. In just Your thought I think, in just Your talk I speak; By just Your flute I beam, by just Your goad I proceed. You are the base of all, You alone the quintessence; You're the life of everyone, hey Eternal Lord limitless. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Light pours from Your eyes

(3686) Alasa prahare karunay ankhi bhare

At an idle hour, with a kindly eye, Master, You had gazed in direction mine. With a rumbling wind, with sound nice, On a hill of darkness You'd emanated light. Again and again thunder's roar had happened; Worldly life by lightning strike had been rent. At lonesome retreat sweetly-charming having smiled, With own hand, my eyelids You wiped. Even though puny, I knew I'm not unattended; Abed, dreaming, and awake, You are a friend. Amid my sense of 'I', with regal pomp resides Your ambrosial splendor of limitless time. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Repeatedly

(3685) Jyotsna rate tumi esechile

On a moonlit night You had come; Bright purity making pour, You had gone. Distracted had I been by vain delusion, My secret thoughts and feelings You had fathomed. In life, won't that night re-appear? That full moon at dawn,[1] will it smile again in thinking? That lunar crescent, having withdrawn, Will it make mind's peacock dance by strength of mantra? Phagun's night again having come and disappeared, New affection blazes on the palash tree. With buds newly risen sways a branch of silk-cotton; On earth's surface once more has got left wares of love. Sarkarverse article Audio recording