Maybe it won't be today

(3656) Akash balechilo vatas balechilo

The sky had told, the wind had said– They had hinted to everyone: The Sun, You will arrive; You'll abide no privation; Unholy practice will finish on this earth's surface. In the heavens comets fearsome will not dance any more; Golden existence won't permit tails of destruction. Become introspective, heart-filled will be all; Earth's Onus-Remover, every moment they will get Your love. For Your auspicious advent, the world is ready; You allow it be made wholly self-sustaining. Drowsiness dispelled, salvation-road is seen quickly, You let it be lively-made with a mind-strength vigorous. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Help me to help You

(3655) Giitir kanu priitir kanu

Kanu[1] of song, Kanu of love, Kanu of Vraj, this earnest petition, It's in my mind: At a sweet garden, Hey Mohan,[2] do smile with conviction. Searching for that does not finish In a mountain cave or remote jungle. Only that is on mind's floral dais; Please arrive, clad regally, hey Avatar of Sport. To speak of Your merit, To promote Your name's luster, By a string of waves from nectar's ocean, Hey the Lord of Heartcore, show compassion. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

What did You say?

(3654) Tumi kii cao ami janina

What You crave, I know not; What's it You say, I grasp not. Oh Who are You, the Unfamiliar Pilgrim; Just for an instant why don't You stop? Blessing of heaven You have brought; You've effused a heap of love. Risen have You in the mind-pores; To fathom this liila I cannot. Like moonlight's moon You've brightened up; You've overlaid rainbow colors. Wild You've driven with a monsoon song, Hey the One Inchoate and Incog. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Benevolence begins with Him

(3653) Shivashaunkaraha he shubhaunkarah

Shivashankar, hey the Auspicious One, Seed of the world, Master, storehouse of compassion, Like a silver mountain is Candrashekhar, A gem resplendent, welfare's source. You've a battle-axe in hand, with aim to bless and rid fear; E'er I prostrate before Thee, kindly take pity on me. May You be pleased, hey the Perception of Intention, Clad in tiger-skin and wielding bow thunderous. Established in the principle of social equality, Your sea of attributes, by scripture it is not revealed. Particles of dust from Your feet, please give to me; Transcendental and primordial, undaunted Lord. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Kidnapped or eloped

(3652) Niilsayarer svarnakamal phutechilo kabe

When it had bloomed, the golden lotus of blue sea,[1] Who perceives? Amid blue ocean's bosom, with the light's festivity, In a song of sweet amity... Having lifted face underneath the rays of morning, In the wind it was swaying like a dangling earring. To present a scent honeyed it was not forgetting, From just the wine of love and a life cadence-replete. Suddenly, that one fairy, Catching it, off she carried. No taboo did she heed; All pain's while totally mute, in privacy. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Seeing You on the path

(3651) Varasamukhara rate sajala ankhipate

On a rain-loud night, through wet eyelids, Watching Your arrival-path, awake I'd been, hey bosom friend. Outside was a storm, alone had I been seated; I'd imagined that piercing the fog, Your sight I'll get. Like fire is Your sacred and profound love; Having rid mind's filthiness, it rouses splendor. It expels affliction, far away all fear becomes; Like a gem-studded jewelbox, upon eyes a tika golden. There's no day, no moment, no right or wrong time; Of Your coming-and-going, no periphery do I find. Stored in You we see everything we desire; We sense a moonlight fixed amid conscious existence. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Lonesome at Gokul

(3650) Krsna bina e niipakuinja

Without Krsna is this bower of neep. Having lost its beauty and become speechless, On a bed of dust the karanja weeps. Grass renounced and face raised, Braj milchcows see not the view; Though all ears, they don't hear anybody's bamboo flute. Peacocks no longer dance, the pied cuckoos[1] don't gauge water; Wagtail birds have become gimpy. Flow of the Jamuna, no more upstream does it hie; With hue, the kingfisher and carambola do not entice the mind. The frog along with moorhen, they don't invite rainfall's advent; On the sky accumulation of dark cloud is not there. Sarkarverse article Audio recording