Sunday, November 10, 2019

My love is strong



(1415)  Tomari tare phulasaje saja

Because of You, punishment is dressed in flowers;
Just for You, the tress of hair is braided.
For Your sake, strung is the malati garland;
And for You, the tune is practiced.

On moonlit nights are Your words considered;
On dark days, a ray of light is kindled.
On autumn morns, parijat collected,
With a strand of love, the garland is threaded.
For the sake of You only, gazing at path anxiously,
Sitting alone are those who laugh and weep.

In me You are cherished, but You've gone and forgot;
From mind, myself You have dropped and mopped.
I won't forget, no, I will not expunge
In this life, whatever obstacle may come.

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Saturday, November 9, 2019

The brilliance of Your presence



(1414)  Alo jhara jharana dharay

In light-spilling cascade,
Who are You that came?
With beauty's shine and sweetness,
You made mind oblivious.

Eager Earth, with love filled,
In hope of You it had waited.
With sweet melody's intoxication,
To Your side You had drawn it.
With bewitching tune and goodwill's pull,
The heart You did conquer.

With crimson-colored fondness
And morning's floral pollen,
An undying splendor overflowing–
You made it stream.

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Friday, November 8, 2019

Glimpses of a mystery



(1413)  Dakhina pavane cittavane

With southern wind in psyche's forest,
Who are You that came, oh Lord Unequaled?
With honeyed smile and flute seductive,
In a trice, Dear, You made mind oblivious.

One hundred times I've seen You, in one hundred forms;
But You I could not get to know, not even just once.
Your acquaintance You've kept hidden
With Divine Game's stratagems, oh Sweetest One.

I've caught sight of You on mountain peak
And in the ocean waters, dense and deep.
I've noticed You on tableland-of-intellect's very brink
And in light and darkness, like undertow of feeling.[1]

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Thursday, November 7, 2019

Ego gets in the way



(1412)  Priyatama prabhu amar

Oh my Lord, my Darling,
For You only
Eyes do stream constantly.
You've gone to some distant place,
Leaving me behind on river bank.

My love, it knows You only;
My song is for You to please.
All my pride and whatever vanity,
It revolves round and around Thee.

Could it be I did not make any effort–
In me was no merit or propitious thought?
Is that why, leaving me, You went far away–
Why You left, and back You never came?

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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

The light-brigade



(1411)  Alo jhara sharat sanjhe

On light-dripping autumn evening,
In the fog of my psyche,
Nothing did I get to see;
I was in a darkness gloomy.

Light in hand came those for whom
The emblem of light was theirs.
Enlisting with them to take leave,
I could not, due to vanity.

With the light went those for whom
Light's wayfarers were they.
Along with them to proceed,
I could not, due to frailty.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Feelings



(1410)  Varsarate tomay ami peyechilum pashe

On monsoon night, I had found You beside me
In the same inebriated ecstasy.
My sleep-deprived eyes were gazing at Thee
Under circumstances honey-sweet.

The day, the bright moment, I've forgotten;
I have kept in mind just a tiny recollection.
Though the flowers I've forgotten,
I have held on to their fragrance
With love's joyous passion.

Many are the years bygone;
Many springs have come,
And many falls have floated off
With lost jubilation
From mind's month of April.

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Monday, November 4, 2019

Just please come soon



(1409)  Tumi eso mama jiivaner mule priyatama

Come, You at root of my existence, One Whom I love most;
Come to me, my Darling... come to me, my Very Own.
So much is my desire to get You close;
Hey Peerless Master, please fulfill that hope.

Throughout ages I am waiting, having been purified;
Defilement of psyche... what I've got, I've set aside.
With mind's blooms Your altar I have beautified;
Hey One Most Sanctified, You please arrive.

The petals of my ornamental flowers have fallen;
Floral garlands, they have gone and withered.
Afflicted by the heat, mind's honey has evaporated;
With rain-shower, please arrive, oh my God of Thunder.

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