Wednesday, March 20, 2019


(1280)  Aksay tumi avyay tumi

You are endless and immutable,
Beyond measure, oh Lord Radiant
With the splendor of highest heaven.
In the stamen of a blossom
And the luster of a palash flower,
Gracious One, You are celebrated.

In the cloud cover art Thou resonant;
The mental realm is shaded by rhythm and song.
In cadence surging from the ocean-floor,
With purpose You are pregnant, oh Billowy One.

Both origin and end, to nothing You defer;
Everlasting, You alone are the endeavor.
With Your implication and Your wholesome ideation,
I am lionized, oh Consciousness Personified.
Beyond censure and praise, indeed supramundane,
Is Your seat, oh Effulgent One.

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Abhidhyana and Aradhana

(1279)  Tomare satata nandita kari

Constantly pleasing Thee,
On Your path I proceed.
Thoughts of You and Your feeling,
I've no other fund for my journey.

With Your name and Your song, preoccupied do I remain
In resolute pursuit of You, dabbed with a speck of grace.
In hearing of, thinking of, and meditating on the Lord,
I realize that without You there is not another.

Gamboling and caroling in ecstasy,
In calamity, in injury, in mourning, and in glee,
Desert-heat or polar freeze...
Each and everything I find in Thee.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Divine Mother

(1278)  Keu alokei mishe jay

Some mingle with the light only,
And some in gloom go missing.
Some want to find You only,
And some look for Your offerings.

Some make haste to the light-heaps
In Elysian Fields;
And some with an old bone weep
In a grove wrecked by reeds.
Then some who deem just You as cream,
They go in search of Thee.

Some, amid Your kind light-stream,
Ignite the lamp of reasoning;
Some skip along expansively.
For them, with anything but Thee,
Satisfaction cannot be achieved.

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Monday, March 18, 2019

How could You?

(1277)  Bhalo jadi na basite

Had You not held us dear,
Nor laughed gently-sweetly,
In that case, to attain Thee,
We would not have been worried.

Why had You loved,
And why oh why had You laughed...
Ensnaring in a fraud,
Why did You make Your liila?

You know so much cosmic sport,
Many games with hue and form...
With colors of a cloud,
Such affection pouring out.

In liila's deception You come near,
And having come You sit in psyche...
In that same cosmic game You go far away;
Do You perceive heart's burning pain?

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Sunday, March 17, 2019

My Krsna

(1276)  Kii ba haraiya giyache tomar

Oh what of yours has gone missing,
For whom do you weep constantly?
Who took the string of pearls round your neck?
Eyes watering, whose garland do you thread?

From a throat choked up with tears,
No true notes can emerge.
Still, feelings by both hands checked,
Why rehearse tune to the last breath?

Who's that mind-thief whose sweet flute
Snatched the smile from your two lips?
Seated by the jalousie with whose love-thread,
With what passion and grace do you braid your tress?

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Saturday, March 16, 2019

Carry me away

(1275)  Tomar gane tomar sure

On Your song, on Your strain,
I do travel far away.
You're my heart's Beloved;
At Your love-tryst...
I do travel far away.

Please don't render me confined
To tiny room devoid of light.
Tormented on account of Thee,
Set me adrift upon Your melodies.

My bosom friend, time out of mind,
With only thoughts of You, preoccupy.
The dark night will become morning
Through Your song's essence of honey.

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Friday, March 15, 2019

His favorite

(1274)  Esechile prabhu surera mayay

Lord, with melodic magic come You had,
Ever singing songs upon the path.
None was there to welcome Thee;
At daybreak all were fast asleep.

You don't discern greetings or wreathes,
And by devotees You weren't ringed.
On Your mouth was a grin, tuneful flute in company;
You appeared, assuming shape with rhythmic beats.

With anklets jingling on sweet feet,
You took the readied place in niche of psyche.
In mind's Vrndavan, privately and in a trice,
You arrived, kohl on Your eyes,
Filling the heart of a favorite.

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