Tuesday, January 21, 2020


(1488)  Tomare bhalabase je jan

The person who holds You dear,
Can she remain tranquil?
For the sake of gaining Thee,
She drops, exuding tears.

Daytime or nighttime, leaving or arriving,
Weeping or smiling, night of the wedding,
With His proximity, all become identical;
And everybody drifts on essence of nectar.

She gets fastened by the cord of love,
Like that between the moon and chukor.[1]
Round and round she's bound to whirl,
At moonlit night's love-tryst.

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