My Lord, so sweet

(1656)  Jani tumi bhalabaso amay

I know that You hold me dear;
You say nothing, don't give speech;
And yet I know with certainty.

There was no one mine when in grime I'd been;
Brushing off the dust, onto Your lap You've taken.
No great name had I, not even place for dwelling;
Darkness dense was there.
You came down, and up You raised me;
Gratitude, how do I present to Thee?

Detached from You, there is little left besides;
And that as mine, it does not abide.
All sentiment and tender feelings,
Their quintessence, it is You only.
On the pathway, squired by splendid beauty,
You are all-pervading.

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Sad and lonely

(1655)  Path bhule ek pathik esechi

As a pilgrim who had lost his way I have come;
Knowingly I have stumbled...
I have run on just the balance due for my blunders.

Inarticulate, I was solitary;
There was no activity...
Not a thing to hear or see.
Inclined to go from being lonely and unseen,
Humbled, I've descended only to perform deeds.

For me none were present, foreign or my own;
Naught was close, naught remote...
That's a burdensome yoke.
But I have mattered, I have loved–
I have scattered color.

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Even though You don't love me...

(1654)  Tumi nahi bhalabaso

You don't love me,
But I am in love with Thee.
So absentmindedly, like in a deep sleep,
Under Your attraction I come running.

You are my day's light,
And You are the moon of night.
Awake, dreaming, or asleep,
About You only I do think.
Mid dark night or tempests mighty,
Your smile is what I see.

Oh You are my flower's nectar,
And You are blunder's perception.
On the footpath, joyously,
You fill up the realm of psyche.
Without You I am nothing;
About this I brood constantly.

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All the year round

(1653)  Varasa tumi ketakii surabhi

You are monsoon and the screwpine fragrance;
Joyfully with pollen You float onward.
You are autumn and the moonlight cordial;
Hope You rouse in the chukor's^[1] heart.

Dear, You are the summer-heat's stream of water,
In both form and quality, indescribable.
In pre-winter, at Your feet's border,
With snow You pack the Himalayas.

Amid winter's foggy mists
Resound Your jingling anklets.
With spring's hues incipient,
You speak in motley language.

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Eying the target

(1652)  Bakul bichano pathe

On a path, bakul-littered,
Come this day, oh my Beloved.
Only for Your sake do I await,
Garland strung, Peerless One.

With the flowers is my nectar
Amid petals rosy colored.
Hoping for Your advent, on that resin
Mind drifts aloft, just like pollen.

Naught do I covet in Your presence;
Mine already is the Formless Gem.
Ever seeking at core of the psyche,
I will surely find You, my Darling.

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Missing You

(1651)  Tomar path ceye chilum din katiye

Watching Your arrival path, I've been passing days;
Why did You not come, please do explain.
The unblown petals opened as they fell;
Escaped not the hidden nectar that they held.

That nectar was amassed over the course of ages,
One hundred nebulas on the outskirts of the stars.
At the very tip of both first and last limits,
Into Your mind was it not poured, that nectar.

Coming or not coming, hope or desperation,
For You, there's no glee or lamentation.
But for me, such love is disunited;

Though this fact be known, do You realize it?

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Coming and going

(1650)  Harano ganer harano surete

In the lost melody of lost lyrics,
With a magic flute You've raised my spirits...
At mind's depths in solitude and in silence,
Dark of night was finished.

The tune that's got lost so far away,
To reclaim anew I did not crave...
I was musing, contemplating:
Later, it may not swing.

In Your cosmos not a thing is lost;
It comes and goes each and every moment...
This key truth I could not grasp;
So ever weeping I have been downcast.

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