By Your grace

(3663) Varasa esechilo bharasa diyechilo

The rains had come, confidence they'd given Earth will get anew lush verdancy. Amid that same faith, in beauty reigned Your song; In it had been Your love replete. Moorhens will call again, pied cuckoos won't covet water; With the peacock's tail will dance a rousing sentiment. In many rhythms and music beats, the screwpine blossoms Will give pollen from a driven psyche. On the bank of lake will rise the sound of frogs; Bumblebees will buzz around the stamen of cadamba. Beyond reach of mind, on the far shore of fog, The Star of North will sparkle brightly. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I cannot forget

(3662) Tumi chile sukhashayane

You had been upon a bed of ease; I have gone on calling and calling, Beloved. My call did not pierce Your idle ear, But I forsook nonetheless. At Vaekuntha You had been sunk in sleep; Days have passed effort-free on an earth without mercy. Forgetting my direction, You looked not eyes opening; You saw not how much I have wept. Yours alone is everything: water, sunlight, fruit, and blossom; Not a thing belongs to me... I'm a beggar of Your favor. At every pasture You dance, with both lips You grin; In Maya's slumber I have not forgotten. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

When ego's bubble bursts

(3661) Ganer e aunginate

At this courtyard of song You arrived on this same morn. You'd been hid in mind's collyrium; Suddenly You permitted vision. You're the world's quintessence; Yours is all action and knowledge. By vanity becoming drunk, Mind to deceive, I believe to me belong. Absent You none else is there; A bubble Yours is everybody. At Your sea ablution having done, Finally with Thee will I move in unison. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

A snake swallows its tail

(3660) Ele arupa srote ruper paridhite

Came You, the Formless, on stream in form's circumference; Hari, my most Beloved, You remove the dark. With Generation, Operation, and Destruction at fixed residence, Hey the Bliss-Player, You make liila. When You entered into form, the form-free Godhead, Which was that time of yore with a light fest? Vitality, by which elixir did You spread; And how many diadems were retracted from a Kamsa? Never does it happen, Your coming and going; Master, You are not obstructed by an erstwhile territory. Nonetheless, the foolish mind invites Yourself near, Even though You are intralocomotional.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Only slightly visible

(3659) Tomare ceyechi gopane

Yourself have I wanted privately; Beloved mine, You are everybody's boon companion. You are in an existence, with rhythm and song replete; Though fit for recollection, in fact You're enveloped. Alongside, a lamp of light You've retained, Mid leaves of love a swing You have swayed. Also the one slighted, with You is he placed; No one in the universe You ever make lonesome. Whose someone isn't anywhere, he too calls out to Thee, Through gaps of only cloud external-and-internally. Though dormant in the worldly, in thought You are shining, Exquisite with white moonlight, the full moon at dawn.[1]  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Even though we don't spot

(3658) Banshari bajiye jay sahasa nayane cay

A bamboo flute He goes on playing, looks with eyes smiling, Today in Gokul He makes sport, Golok's Hari. With painted lower lip He entertains; Ever calling, everyone He tells: "Rush near!" None is not His kindred, distant is nobody; All are family, He finds everyone in thinking. The Jamuna, upstream with waters lively does it race; A string of waves sway like His wreath of rosary peas. For quelling the wicked, the righteous to maintain, Sin's flag of carnage, its collapse to make, He comes frequently, a drumbeat with bow's twang; In this world a store of virtue His like is not there. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Everything I be...

(3657) Je amare jahai baluk

Whatever anyone myself may tell, Yourself I've held dear. Your arrival and Your smile, In my life they play a pipe of reed. All hope of mine relies on Thee; I will go on staying in abode of psyche. Hey the Messenger of Peace, Unruffled Beauty, So it is I come again frequently. You are ever in Vraja's ideation; You've remained coated by the phag of my love. Hey the One by milkmaids adored, For Your sake only, do I laugh, do I weep. Sarkarverse article Audio recording