Sunday, March 1, 2020

To get Him back

(1510)  Giyechile prabhu na bale na kaye

Lord, unpersuaded, You had gone;
Again You came on rain's downpour,
On shower of eyes' falling water.
Not a word had You heard, no obstruction heeded;
Alas, what's the reason You had been inattentive?

Autumn's white clouds had cried out;
Dewy night-jasmine had wept.
Reeds and high grass, bright laugh they'd neglected;
Upon that affliction Your mind never melted.

In springtime the birds have sung;
Flowers multicolored, how they've pined!
With golden stars sky's been overspread,
But Your eyes did not open on that desire.

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