Monday, December 21, 2015

God of tears



(419)  Kende kende kata daki

Many a time I call out in tears;
Can it be You are unable to hear?
Or perhaps You like to make me weep;
As You don't reply, that's how it seems.

The Shravan[1] rains shower
Day and night without cease.
But, looking on, You smile indulgently;
Why such a hard heart You express?

A garland threaded with mind's flowers
I will drench in tears.
That garland I will give to Thee;
Let me see if it You will wear.

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Unseen and heard



(418)  Canderi sathe madhunishate

On a spring night in company with the moon,
The account of a lily stem's wishes
I will tell, unsleeping all the night.
In sweet lullaby on a gentle breeze,
To a fairy tale of dream
I'll now pay heed with all my heart.

Dreamland's messenger flew down and said:
"The lily stem's words float in the blue sky.
Scattered and told across the universe,
No longer can they stay unheard."

Ever afloat is the stream of dream,
A saga that mingles with formlessness.
In an arbor honeyed by lost minds,
A soundly sleeping bud will blossom.

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Saturday, December 19, 2015

From darkness to light



(417)  Alor devata elo

The Lord of Light arrived;
Today, He appeared, He appeared.
Both hands banishing black mist,
He infused light;
He revealed, He revealed.

My beloved, in what far-off land was He;
Keeping hidden, He won me over.
Only His boundless love
Enfolded everyone;
He embraced, He embraced.

My captivation, I cannot conceal
Time and again my heart darts after Him.
In His songs and soothing melodies,
He cast light with many colors,
He brightened, He brightened.

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Thursday, December 17, 2015

Wanting more than a glimpse



(416)  Prabhu tava asari ashe din cale jay

Lord, only awaiting You my days pass by;
Don't You know my plight?
Casting a glint of light, You go away;
Don't You feel my pain?

For You my heart, it yearns;
Coated with every fragrance, it sings.
But into dust all its sweetness turns;
Why that is so, please inform me.

My songs are sung to Your melody;
My eyes gaze in Your direction.
All my singing and all my seeking
Implore Your grace and compassion.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Nothing more to say



(415)  Prabhu kii ar balibo ami

Lord, what more is there to say?
Life after life, from cradle to grave,
With me You remain.

From the very dawn of creation
You were with me every instant.
The mantra for progress that I chant,
I have learned it by Your grace.

Your song will I go on singing;
By no means and for no bar will I cease.

No matter how many meteor storms appear,
Even then my movement will not cease.
A traveler on the highway to infinity,[1]
I crave Your grace and prostrate at Your feet.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Courage



(414)  Karuna kare go krpa karo sabe

Kindly, bestow grace on all;
God, per Your nature, please show mercy.
Your effulgence is a waterfall,
Decontaminating everybody.[1]

In water or on land, in caves or on mountains,
Ever You are pleased by our supplication.
All cognition is Your everlasting seat;
Lord, give us all the gift of fearlessness.

Whatever we perceive or do not perceive,
Everything is Your liila– that we concede.
With Your pulse, everyone is vibrated;
You are the undiminished Master of the Universe.

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Monday, December 14, 2015

Ruby of my mind



(413)  Harano diner sur bhese ase

Melodies of days gone by come floating
From time to time in the distant sky.
I see the long-lost ruby beaming gently,
Newly arrayed in a recess of my mind.

He is a festival of light at darkest night;
His effulgence everyone esteems.
A sapid waterfall on an arid path is He;
His water quenches every desire.
Remaining apart from Him is futile;
My heart always wants to keep near.

On rainy nights, our companion is He;
By all who've gone astray is He admired.
His stream of lustrous beauty brightly shines;
His holy splendor consumes all that is bleak.
Much as I want, I don't go near;
My trembling heart feels sweetly shy.

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