In utmost ecstasy

(3807) Tomar asate he priya cakite

Upon Your coming, hey Darling instantly, You removed the gloom of new-moon night. Wherever it had been, with perception came: The load of ego went away at same time. Beholding You at core of psyche, Satisfied my thought became At nectar-lake inside and out, by Your presence craved. Any and all deficit, whatever state of strife, Obeisance they announced at feet Thine. Having not a trace of fear, wholly fatigue-free, The mind-stuff was without stain. Carefree I've become; shame I've forsaken, forgot hate. How to fetch I know not, but I don't accept ties; A blessing has remained upon pate of mine. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

At the beginning

(3806) Nirguna ambare dambaru saincare ambudarci sama

In sky with no attributes, a damru roams like rain resplendent, Oh my Lord of G-O-D,[1] the day You awakened. At that time, there'd not been any distinction; There'd been no embellishment, no decoration of form. A bird's chirping or a leaf's rustle, There had been nothing, hey the Peerless One. Then came bloom, fruit, and water, arrived sweetness; Came the human psyche and nectar's refinement. Came everything that is good, vanished all that's black; Unto each heart You did yield, hey the Unrivaled One. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

To my world You had come

(3805) Shephalii jhara pathe sei nishiithe

That very night, on a path of fallen shiuli, You'd arrived at my dwelling, At my dwelling, at my dwelling. Honeyed moonlight-beams overwhelmed my mind; Eyes satisfied, Yourself I'd seen. There had been white clouds embellishing heaven's vault; By the moon's luster was their revelation. Thrill-quivers the vernal wind had brought; Hypnotized had been psyche's black bee. Even now I can't forget that same festivity, By that cozy wine, making life overflowing. All of the mind-streams, together with everybody, They had bowed as one before Thee. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Sometimes You seem much too hard

(3804) Patha chere badha nahi dao

Don't block my leaving the path; With kindly eyes don't You look on? Do You look not? Amid this world much work is there; Tied to home keep me not. By pain is the whole earth afflicted– From disease, grieving, and woe, suffering distress. Night jasmine and mild grass, crushed, they lie ruined; That fact, do You observe and regard not? Flowers bloom with smile-coated visage at morning; Due to insects, how many are fallen down in grief. Buds of magnolia, broken they drop, stooping; Of their tale, do You think not? Sarkarverse article Currently, no audio file is available.

Bashful love's fruition

(3803) Tumi esecho amar ghare

To my dwelling You have come. Mine is not such ascetic might That I will bring You, having clung. Understanding this core truth I have gained; Your kind grace I've attained. With own eyes I've seen today: In this gloom the Cosmic Monarch. In some ancient past I had loved; Over the course of ages I have kept in heart. Hidden I've retained, hushed and in private; On this occasion, it did blossom. Sarkarverse article Currently, no audio file is available.

Mind-boggling

(3802) Kalatiite se avyakte

In perpetuity with that dormancy When had been no other entity, In what state had You existed, do tell me; With whom had You been formerly? Ever pondering, I become surprised: There'd not been the elements five,[1] The crude mind-stuff, ego, or sense of I;[2] None had been there circling Thee. In that latency, having no properties, How came about the great outpouring? Inwardly I understand, though not knowing, Logic is vanquished in liila's vicinity. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Not just good's but evil's ocean

(3801) Kalaunkii cand tumi kalaunkii cand

A sullied moon, oh You are the moon stained. In my mind, in everybody's psyche, A wondrous snare, strewn You've retained. In a bloom's vicinity, on the trail of honey, The bumblebee comes and sits for its own need. You permit it to come, You permit it to sit; Having pulled it near, You bear the blame. Whatever sinful sufferer, mind thoroughly vile, You accept every blemish, hey the King Who self-denies. Yours is no container, You are everybody's shelter; You are peace for everyone, sorrow You eliminate. Sarkarverse article Audio recording