Welcome my Lord

(887)  Tava ratula carane varane varane

Kneeling^[1] at Your rosy feet,
Such a light You have released!
Into crimson rays mixed with gold,
Ambrosial sweetness You have poured.

Vibrant are the woods and groves,
Enraptured are the minds of all.
In recurring dream pregnant with purpose,
Playing a bamboo flute, You caper in the forest.

Radiant with Your constituent light-beams
And overflowing with Your cosmic meaning,
Propelled by Your sweet greatness,
Love You give with laughter that's enchanting.

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Happenstance

(886)  Aj tomay pelum

Today, I happened on Thee
In fresh attire inside my psyche.
This mind of mine had been busy
With various deeds and misdeeds.

The path I moved along,
That path was tortuous,
Days and nights shrouded in darkness.
Drawn by Your affection I gazed in Your direction...
My chariot wheels, they still revolved;
But with Your call my dried-up riverbed was flooded.

On the other side of darkness was the color black;
And after that was yet more black...
My condition was completely black.
Then You arrived, bringing light;
And after light was light and still more light.
Now anywhere I look, it only looks good...
You've won my mind and filled my life with vigor;
With Your love, my heart was lifted and made full.

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Devotion

(885)  Amar ghare eso prabhu

Come, Master, into my shrine
With Your summons to the light;
I call on You with artless mind.
By Your light a lamp was lit
That I've maintained in secret;
None else will ever know of it.

The sky and stars, of course they know,
As do the ocean's river-flows.
The love twixt devotee and Lord,
It's known all over the world.

Bundles of moonlight say smilingly:
"Master, I'm in love with Thee."
Particles of flower pollen
And molecules of psyche...
Everybody's love, everyone's heartsong
Emerges from the song that's Yours.
Such love-tales are common knowledge
For all who've lived in the world;
But no one else will know.

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Long ago but still now

(884)  Tumi je esechile

Once You did appear,
Descending on light beams.
Embrace You had granted,
Touching down on thrilled eyelids.

The light You stored within earth's bosom,
The smile You painted on the innocent face,
Due to their vigor, even now the world's maintained;
Earth carries on, crossing over countless hurdles.

The fragrance You instilled in buds of flowers,
The sweetness You bequeathed to hearts,
Today do they persist amid Your greatness;
They are swimming on this ocean of affliction.

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Phenomenal

(883)  Tava agamane udvel paramanu

With Your advent the atoms grew effusive;
The world, it was absorbed in bliss.
Due to the crimson light You pour and pour,
More nectar fills the flowers.

Now, it's as if the lonesome lovers^[1] sing in bliss;
Falling in countless currents is ambrosia from heaven.
Bursting all bonds, affection-spreading splendor
Has streamed down, leaving everybody restless.

Now, in every autumn, out of season, cuckoos sing;^[2]
And, among the reeds, outward the jungle does do peer.
Now, the Celestial Song, steeped in love and beauty,
Has brought to us Its basket of melodies.

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Remembering to remember

(882)  Tomar namer bharasay prabhu

Trusting in Your holy name, my Lord,
This broken ship I did launch.
As long as You're with me,
I never dread anything.

Come typhoons and come hurricanes,
With streams of hail and lightning trying me...
Everything in me getting tested, I'll sail on;
Resolutely I remember Thee.

In whirlpools, black and turbulent,
Dark clouds above and fearing death...
Into everything outside and inside me,
Your bright halo exudes, filling all directions.

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Who's to blame?

(881)  Cale gele more phele jadi

When You’ve gone away, deserting me,
Inside this hut, what’s the reason You’d appeared?
Flowers of rosy anticipation,
Why'd You make them fall out of season?

Oh dear me, had they heard hope's news of You,
The night jasmines^[1] would stay awake;
The cuckoos, they would sing in Spring;
And the moon would scatter light at night.
All the strings of my lyre
You tore easily and cast aside.

Alas, because You went,
With its dew, the Autumn keeps on weeping;
Water-deprived kadam blooms, they swoon;
And the swaying grass is lost, it’s colored black.
All the sweetness of my psyche
You stamped with Your feet when You left.

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