With spring He arrives

(1548)  Tumi vasante esechile

With the spring You had appeared...
To young leaves neath rosy feet,
You infused sweetness
In a heaven of existence.

On blossoms You had smiled...
A sweet zephyr, by surprise,
Arrived upon mind's mirror
With implication full of love.

Then, there'd been in flower pollen
Fragrant devotion...
On tender leaves, the coating was
Of a dawn's crimson
In mind's ushering of spring dyed with red powder^[1]
And with golden sweetness.

Nature was kind in the month of Chaitra...
On heart and mind was heavenly splendor;
The southern wind was clean and pure
With song and dance on Earth.

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Come into my psyche

(1547)  Tumi eso eso eso mane

Into mind, come, come, please do come;
Only with You is my Earth ambrosia.
Searching, I rove about in cogitation;
Into mind, come, come, please do come.

On account of You I perform sadhana;
To please You is all of my worship.
Without You nothing more exists;
In Your jingling sound is great sweetness.

To the world I've come time and again;
I've understood one person, You, as the essence.
With You alone is this worldly existence;
Tranquility lies in only Your recollection.

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Sleep sweetly

(1546)  Bulbuli nace gulbagicate

In the rose garden, bulbul gambols;
Hawk-cuckoo sings its song.
Lest a bloom-bandit closeby come,
So their calling they keep up.

On petals struck with drowsiness,
The rose's honey-coating does persist.
With floral dust, a flower's love and devotion,
Inside it a scent gives thrill.

This day won't stay, everybody knows it;
The blossom falls silently into isolation.
Thus it just searches for aroma of sweetness,
In that unknown place, in that separation.

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Heartbreaker

(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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On wings of a song

(1544)  Tomay amay pratham dekha, kon se atiite

Twixt You and me the first vision,
In what ancient time was it?
In history it is not writ,
Nor is it in mathematics.

In geometry it is not etched,
Nor is it drawn with a pen.
On earthen pot or painted canvas, those lines,
They don't rise into sight.

Long before, when I've gone lost,
You did lift me up
Inside Your mind, a deep interior,
Through prosody and song.

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Why so sad?

(1543)  Jale bhara ankhi kena

Why are your eyes full of tears;
Who has given pain to psyche?
Tell me that story...
Your mind do speak.

Now, on this sunrise crimson,
Trees and ivy with the flowers,
They talk, overwhelmed by scent...
What's the reason for your silence?

With nectar, the southern breeze,
Heavy-laden now from early morning,
It cannot move on its way...
What's the reason for your angst?

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My everything in all seasons

(1542)  Tomay niye amar dhara

With You is the world of mine,
Illuminated by Your light...
You are there, therefore am I;
Around You circles death and life.

Under the scorching heat of summer,
For Your touch the heart yearns.
The rain that brings support,
That too is Your current, Lord.

Neath the bright-white clouds of autumn,
With night-jasmine colors mid tall grass,
And in the snowdrifts of prewinter...
Into all that loveliness You alone are packed.

From within the heavy winter fog,
Your anklets ring inside the heart;
Dressed in springtime hues and shapes,
Hey Vishvarup,^[1] You grant embrace.

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