Serenade

(92)  Hemanta aji prate eseche

This morning prewinter has come;
Bathing in frost, it has come.
Why has it come, why has it come?
Because it will embellish you, it has come.

Dahlias and chrysanthemums it has brought,
And it has laughed with paddy's golden stalks.

Sweetness of pomelo it has brought,
And it has laughed with orange trees, touched by color.

Scent of jujube flowers it has brought,
And it has laughed with juice-exuding date palms.

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Dare to dream

(91)  Shes hemante himel haoyay

In the frosty air at prewinter's end,
Why does the lotus not blossom?
On flowers nectarless,
Why do the bees not gather?

Loti may not blossom in the woods,
But in the mind, a lotus blooms!
Bees may not gather on flowers,
But in the psyche bees assemble.

In the doleful strains of prewinter,
With woeful songs the grove is filled.
Yet thinking of Him anyplace,
No trace of pain remains.

Though sweet scent may not remain,
Sweet scent may still be proclaimed.
With His blessing we will build
A new world order.

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Your flower, Your bird

(90)  Hemante mor phuler saji bharbe go

In prewinter, oh my flower-tray, it will be full;
It will be full of Your vital touch.

All the flowers are withdrawing
From neglect, from inattention.
Among them there are some
Who will wear colored garments...
They will dress in Your vital touch.

Upon the trees, names unknown,
The birds all in tiny abodes,
They'll deem Your name as their own,
They'll think so by Your vital touch.

In Your mind do I exist...
I've made my hue mingle with Yours;
In Your tune, my tune is mixed...
Oh it will exude nectar;
It will drip with Your vital touch.

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Stay

(89)  Kichu phul cay hat barate

Some flowers, their hand would they reach,
Unto prewinter, ever holding.
Even now no trace of winter does appear...
Prewinter, they don't let it leave;
Not falling yet are the tree leaves.
Suspended in this atmosphere I do sing:
"Let me always get You near!"

As of yet winter's torpor, it has not arrived...
Breath still does not float 'fore the eyes,
And with colors orange groves are not bright...
Suspended in this atmosphere I ask of Thee:
"Incessantly why do You speak, 'I leave, leave, leave'?"

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There He comes

(88)  Hemante shirshire haoyate

With a bracing prewinter^[1] breeze,
He is coming... there He appears.

In the garden, dropping are the honeysuckles;
Where have gone the medlars, jasmines, and cestrums?
Chrysanthemums, their arms outstretching,
Keep on calling Him with smiles aplenty.

Rosebuds go on blossoming,
And ginger lilies spread with drunk vitality.
Buzzing bumblebees, in great expectation,
They depart, drifting toward the heavens.

In cloudfree sky, the star-flecks twinkle,
All of them are on qui vive, hoping for Him.

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Sincerity

(87)  Kata janamer pratiiksa pare

After waiting many lives,
You have finally arrived.
Today Your advent has transpired;
Your advent has transpired.

Dried up have so many flower garlands;
Countless flower buds have fallen.

In crying many days have gone,
And countless nights have gotten lost.
Deluged are ebullient heart's two banks...
The Lord of Life has come today.

Between hope and despair to attain,
So many years have gone in vain.
But when the firm resolve to get arose,
Only then the door has opened—
Your closed door has opened.

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Fathomless

(86)  Megher majhe agun jvele

Mid the clouds, lighting a fire,
Like thunderbolt You have arrived.
With the hail You hold giving a shake,
You have danced upon earthquake.

To Your liila there's no termination;
From infinity comes the far horizon.
With sound and touch, with form and flavor,
And with scent, You've blossomed in the heart.

You are the pollen of the humblest flower,
The unplumbed bottom of the ocean.
Your color mixed with that of all,
In what divine sport have You indulged!

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