Friday, July 7, 2017

Unfulfilled



(792)  Bhalobaso jadi eso

If You love me, please do come;
But if you think only of good and bad traits,
Here You won't find good, not even a trace...
My good traits don't exist at all.

Full of thorns is my garden...
No flowers here, just sundry buds.
Those buds will bloom should You appear;
On their seedpods please take Your seat.

In me there is no love or devotion;
In the air wafts not my heart's pollen.
Should You touch me, there'd be vibration;
Please smile upon a fragrant upsurge of emotion.

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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Insanity?



(791)  Ele mohana tale

You came, bringing a beat that is alluring;
With tune and tempo You wove such a web of magic.
You departed, going and taking souls somewhere,
Leaving without giving any final notice.

A distant nebula smeared with paste of sandalwood,
That's where mental peacocks spread their wings.
In arbor after arbor, neath a canopy of aphorism,
Into mind-shrines so much nectar You exuded.

Oh please come upon an insane breeze;
Let my mind's honeybee chase after Thee.
Getting You, I would sacrifice a tiny, obsolete memory,
Heart's agony, retrieved from the shore-rending sea.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

You rise



(790)  Ruperi alote rupatiita prabhu jago

Formless Lord, You rise with lovely effulgence;
You rise with unflagging splendor.
Watching for Your arrival...
Many creatures stay awake night and day;
You rise on sleepless eyelids.

In song I send salutation toward the Eastern Mountain.[1]
On this crimson morn, with Thine advent coveted,
Please come in secret, come with silent footsteps...
Holding a bouquet and also a lotus stalk, You rise.

From the scriptures, stories of Your virtues I keep hearing.
With my naked eye, I can see faint traces of Your beauty;
But I have loved You well, so please cast more light still...
Please make me complete in Thee... You rise.

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Monday, July 3, 2017

Wake up



(789)  Ajana pathik ogo

Oh, my Unknown Passerby,
In love with You am I.
On earth You lavish vital effulgence,
Removing the clutter of utter ignorance.

The seven colors on sun's chariot
Are in the eastern sky of Your mind.
Their beauty rises, floating on our eyes...
They are what brightens everybody's life.

In earth's bosom, stricken with drowsiness,
Is a brilliant upheaval in all directions.
Having made us conscious, smiling You move on,
Drifting within Your limitless macrocosm.

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Traces



(788)  Hrdaya vidarii marama niunari

Having pierced my bosom and wrung my heart,
On what chariot of beauty did You depart
With fire and wind toward the blue yonder...
Into some far, far-distant star cluster?

Alone You arrived on a brilliant cascade;
The riches of my heart You won and took away.
Darkness impervious was inside my mind;
But, with Your own hand, ignited was a golden light.

You have left, but the scent of honey lingers;
On the lids of my blind eyes, light-stripes are etched.
Day or night, when there's a sweet and mild breeze,
Filled with pleasant memories, Your love accompanies me.

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Theory of everything



(787)  Sakal bhaver adhar tumi

You are the base of all my thinking;
With Your names, oh I get tipsy.
Ever I would obtain Thee,
Privately upon my eyelids.

The world is full of Your forms;
The mind rejoices in Your colors.
To receive the mantras You utter,
Music came into the world.

The heavens filled with Your effulgence
The first day that it came to earth.
All of the darkness was abolished,
Barred jail gates to unfasten.

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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Humility



(786)  Esecho amara hrdaye esecho

Inside my heart You have come, You have arrived.
Inside my heart stricken by flaming fire,
With cooling wind, You have arrived.

Amid the desert heat, in ferocious war outfit,
With thunderclaps upon my proud bluster,
You've infused a flower's sweetness.

A withered blade of grass weeps in despair and ignominy;
Bereft of tears, it's without language, without speech.
Now that total loss is over with the joy of acquisition;
You've filled it with a melody in strains of the universe.

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