Don't leave, don't go, my Beloved,
When You came to my dwelling.
The whole night for sake of Thee,
On gate I have placed a rice painting.
I have plucked the smiling parul;
Within wreath I've inserted bakul.
Having kept mango-blossom upon urn,
At path's edge seated had I been.
The psychic ocean through string of waves,
Having mused on You, dancing it promenades.
Mind's peacock, at the sky does it gaze;
A dark cloud in order to see.
Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
When You came I could not think, engaged in mere formalities. It's too soon for You to leave.
ReplyDelete