Sunday, February 8, 2026

Chiaroscuro



(3581) Tomar aloke andhare eki liila

In light and darkness Yours is such a sport;
A game amazing, You dance at times right and wrong.
In Your company, there is no vision mine;
You are deft, adept are You.

Yourself have I held dear;
I know not if You truly love me.
Still I like to get You nigh;
I am bewildered, I'm confused.

My days come and go uselessly
Amid only the routine things.
By simply contemplating Thee, peace I find;
You are sweet, honeyed are You.

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Friday, February 6, 2026

Show mercy



(3580) Madhura mohan tumi citarainjan

Sweet and charming, You are the psychic dye;
Constantly You are with me.
Having lit a lamp of love under troubled breeze,
You wish to remove a darkness gloomy.

Not moment or second or trice is Thine;
Perception unequaled, oh God surpassing time.
Nonetheless, to the unit living being
You appear for holding dear.

Scripture and intellect, logic, reason, and analysis–
Above all them, You are invisible and unblemished.
The mirage of blind attachment
You can rescind.

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A play of affection



(3579) Ganer e jharnadharay

Through this font of song
You have gone on dancing.
At inertia's gloomy prison
You've ignited light-beams.

When there'd been no atom or molecule in existence,
When by deadly sleep, agency was indolent,
There'd not been bright smiles or any flute at fest;
You have simply laughed, solitary.

Today in sportive flavor, with the throng on You glide;
On the heart of multitudes, honey You apply.
To many a dance beat You excite with silvery light,
When You have loved everybody.

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Thursday, February 5, 2026

Love is the key



(3578) Aj nayan bholano rupe tumi esecho

Today with eye-enticing beauty You've arrived
In the crude, subtle, and causal realms.
Embrace have You granted in the casket of mind,
By attraction of love's sweetness.

There had been a honeyed pollen in the lotus of my psyche;
Affection had been replete in a trance of odor sweet.
Tune, tempo, music mode... in cadence to and fro they swing;
For whose sake, that who does comprehend?

To the form-sea came this lotus with what project;
Master, that You know, all takes place in Your depths.
The ocean of wisdom deep, mind-waters of perfect knowledge,
Pearl You load at the heart of oyster-shell.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Your subtle essence



(3577) Tumi nandanavane candan

You are the sandalwood in a pleasure garden;
Earth goes on drifting on Your sweet scent.
You're the nectar of a lotus flower;
Yourself every bee wants to get.

To a screwpine, in the rains You happen;
You are floating through my pollen.
You are in magnolia's stream of consciousness;
On a drunken, rumbling wind, You rise weightless.

Sparkling with the luster of Your silhouette,
Both micro- and macrocosm; they're be-gemmed.
The nebula's necklace in ways one hundred,
By Your legs, overwhelmed.

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When Your ankle bells ring in my ears



(3576) Tomari priya nam tumii parinam

Only Your cherished name: You alone, the final state;
Whatever hope is with You only.
Your loveliness floats on a firmament gorgeous;
By just Your prescript is going and coming.

About Your work and cause I know naught;
Through G-O-D,[1] unto You I pay homage.
Happiness heavenly, always a penchant sweet,
By Your profound wisdom You rid all despondency.

Mind dances round and round at ankle-bells sonorous,
With music mode and melody, upon horizon's far shore.
Resonant in the three worlds[2] with God's vibration,
By such means dumbfounded is all garrulous speech.

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Monday, February 2, 2026

Just for a few days



(3575) Dudiner bhalabasa dharay asa

A couple days' love come unto the world,
It is for whose sake!
You've gone on playing this hardhearted sport
Age after age.

In memory is not what I keep doing;
Hope even after hope I go on holding.
What I imagine and what I consider not,
In dilemma, time slips away.

Sport's Avatar is not without playful activity;
And even daily dwelling, I crave just His mercy.
What I understand and what I apprehend not,
While trying to fathom, eyes emanate.

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