Wednesday, November 20, 2024

You are just pretending



(3194)  Madhur tomar lagi

For the sake of sweet Thee,
Hope's lamp am I lighting.
To the extent this lamp-flame's motionless,
The grimace of impediment goes on trampling.

To move on, all in this world are restless;
Full of sweetness, You are ever-abiding.
Everybody comes and goes in just Your current.
Triumphant over time, You comprise the tiny.
You had been, are at present, and will stay resident,
In and beyond time, all-pervading.

Form and flavor and tones collectively,
Touch and scent– all of them, Your making.
By way of these five, in Play having forgotten,
Sportive Gopal is ignoring.

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Monday, November 18, 2024

Your bazaar cosmic



(3193)  Carana dhariya vinati kari

Catching feet do I stoop–
Me, Lord, don't forget;
A dust-mote, I am Your iota tiny.
Existence suffusing, I remember You–
I cannot forget You ever;
No dilemma mine, there's no quandary.

In fire and wind is Your majesty;
In sky and hell, Your subtlety.
Your limit, there is nothing;
In one and all, Your meaning.

I am trite, You are immense;
Confined am I, You are Godhead.
Amid formless is there form's market?
You go on sketching incessantly.

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Everything is but Your song



(3192)  Tomari deoya sure tomari bhasa bhare

Just Your language filled with melody given by You only,
Hey Lord, on account of Thee, I have sung a song.
In it to claim as my own there is not a thing;
By only Your prowess is this, Your great action.

When bewitched, I've drifted, errantly attached to worldly,
Due to vanity's illusion within my psyche.
At that time only You, You provided clarity:
Nothing have I, any feat to perform.

You've given a floral wreath, a bundle of affection,
Sixteen articles of worship[1] and a veena's hum.
You told: "Go on viewing, but look inside";
Want or not, this is Your gift of compassion.

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Sunday, November 17, 2024

Remember: you are His beloved



(3191)  Kamal kali niirava kena

Oh lotus bud, why are you speechless?
To Me inmost secrets kindly utter.
Why do tears fall upon petals?
At heart-core Who has distressed?

Having gotten plagued by gales aplenty
Coming down on you through waves stormy,
What all does it to a life-force weak?
To Me that information pray tell.

Daybreak's sun confers light-beams;
The setting full moon gleams with oral faculty.
Bumblebee having arrived, what's He saying?
Cherished one, it is sweetness.

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Saturday, November 16, 2024

In case You don't remember me



(3190)  Tumi eso tumi eso, amar ghare

Come You, please do arrive
At my dwelling.
With a steadfast gaze hope's lamp shines
For the sake of Thee.

In dream I find Your vision;
Even wakened it is You I think of.
Traced is Your stripe of love
Upon everybody.

Even though forgot, I cannot forget;
You remain at core of heart in thought dense.
With sweetness You keep coated
The cosmos complete.

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Friday, November 15, 2024

Our song is private



(3189)  Je gan chilo mane gaoya

The song had been sung within mind;
That, I sang not amid concert.
Stashed was kept hope and desire;
Abashed, I did not express.

Inner secrets You perceive;
To heart You listen and pay heed.
King of Psyche, there's not any
Indecision in Your presence.

After concert having exited,
All trace of song at an end,
The song unsung arises and I listen.
In a jewel-luster's raiment,
With hope swaying, shame forgotten,
For Your grace only it begs.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Everywhere



(3188)  Tumi bhese calo priya kon se deshe

In which region, Dear, do You go floating?
In the flower garden at everyone's inmost psyche.
In sky-kissing mountain's frosty snow-heaps,
And in form after form, each one momentarily.

Contemplating You, myself lose I;
From Your flame I ignite the lamp of life.
I sing a song from memory of love Thine,
From heart's tug, having forgotten vanity.

On my mental sky You alone are the moon;
Honey does Your moonlight's splendor exude.
Love, the Bliss-Maker too, it's just You,
Recognized through all earnest longing.

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