Saturday, April 4, 2020


(1545)  Kena esechile cale jabe jadi

Why had You come when You will leave...
You'd smiled just to make me cry endlessly!

Even now, in my pleasure garden blows a vernal breeze;
On octave, the Diipak Raag[1] tells its story.
With the floral pollen floats a fragrant assembly;
Billowy is love's sea.

My moon has gone missing inside yon cloud ebony;
Heart's blood races toward it with vehement speed.
Those moved by music waken with devotion in prosody;
The ocean of emotion is overflowing.

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