Thursday, August 8, 2019


(104)  Nrtyera tale tale nrtyera chande

In the cadence and rhythm of dance,
There comes spring, there she comes.
The fog-shrouded trees, having become sparkling,
They smile again with fresh blooms and leaves.

Decorating His whole body with wildflower-trinkets,
Spreading unloosed and disheveled hair cross the firmament,
He makes haste in the rhythm of purvasha dance,[1]
Nature well-bedecked in this month of Chaitra

A billow of gentle wind appears; a warm ocean laughs;
The departed sweetness, it arrives again.

The One from Whom this sweetness, Whose is this greatness—
Constantly the thought of Him arises.

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