Bashful love's fruition

(3803) Tumi esecho amar ghare

To my dwelling You have come. Mine is not such ascetic might That I will bring You, having clung. Understanding this core truth I have gained; Your kind grace I've attained. With own eyes I've seen today: In this gloom the Cosmic Monarch. In some ancient past I had loved; Over the course of ages I have kept in heart. Hidden I've retained, hushed and in private; On this occasion, it did blossom. Sarkarverse article Currently, no audio file is available.

Mind-boggling

(3802) Kalatiite se avyakte

In perpetuity with that dormancy When had been no other entity, In what state had You existed, do tell me; With whom had You been formerly? Ever pondering, I become surprised: There'd not been the elements five,[1] The crude mind-stuff, ego, or sense of I;[2] None had been there circling Thee. In that latency, having no properties, How came about the great outpouring? Inwardly I understand, though not knowing, Logic is vanquished in liila's vicinity. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Not just good's but evil's ocean

(3801) Kalaunkii cand tumi kalaunkii cand

A sullied moon, oh You are the moon stained. In my mind, in everybody's psyche, A wondrous snare, strewn You've retained. In a bloom's vicinity, on the trail of honey, The bumblebee comes and sits for its own need. You permit it to come, You permit it to sit; Having pulled it near, You bear the blame. Whatever sinful sufferer, mind thoroughly vile, You accept every blemish, hey the King Who self-denies. Yours is no container, You are everybody's shelter; You are peace for everyone, sorrow You eliminate. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

How could I have been so blind

(3800) Bhaveri gahane madhurii sane

In the depths of my thought with sweetness, Humming, a sprout of myrtle sings. It simply does not look at suppressed agony; Sound it does not find on my veena strings. I hear that He had come in the wildfire of summer, With bakul and bela under heat intense. In the screwpine pollen on a monsoon current, Having come, He'd gone; heedless, that I did not see. He had been embellishing with shephalii in fall; At prewinter He'd been mixing with glacial frost. I don't want to see, and so there is no vision; That fault of mine, I did not consider it, neglectfully. Beneath cold wave of winter I'd been in a state worldly; I saw not that He is in the snow with white purity. At spring, between the pain, on a nighttime sweet, I had been overwhelmed; where He is I did not seek. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

In summation

(3799) Nitya nirainjana saunkatabhainjana

Always stainless, dispelling dilemma, The lotus of Your feet please give to me. Expansion of bliss, liberation from bondage, A billion prostrations I make known to Thee. The bloom that had opened at the touch of morn, The garland that was strung just on being loved– Oh Lord, don't ever throw them far away; Let their heart find You only. The songs that You've composed with loving feeling, The tunes You've presented merely assiduously– Drenched by their tears, feet having caught, It's the same plea... I beseech Your mercy. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Ubiquitous

(3798) Acho navaghana niila akashe

You are in the blue sky, new and striking, And in a gentle, heady breeze. You are in the moonlight with touch sweet, And in the trace of a song frenzied. The hawk-cuckoo goes on singing about Your love; The universe swoons on account of Your splendor. At Your memory, there is sweetness in the monsoon season; You are in the month of Chaitra's ecstasy. Ever unknown and unfamiliar You're the endless friend, Coated with ambrosia, the Self-Awareness. You never leave anybody alone or helpless; With the light of consciousness always You accompany. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

The time for action has come

(3797) Bakula suvase

With a medlar's sweet scent, With a medlar fragrance in the Chaitra air at present, Do we know the One for Whom heart pines... With infatuating magic at a remote paradise, Toward Whom it looks time after time? In the three worlds, what load of pain has remained, Whatever humble assortment of aches, On waters overflowing like high tide of life, Launching buoyant in a hundred ways You provide. "Having drawn the distant near, today you bring; Hear, upon the sky a bugle rises playing! On drunken wind, the two poles girdled by, Go ahead, absent a divided mind." Sarkarverse article Audio recording