Friday, July 31, 2026

In Your midst



(3739) Tumi rupe bhuvan alo kara

Who lights the world with beauty, You're the One;
With rhythm You fill up dance and song.
Your equal does not exist, I don't find comparison;
Alone, You are pair to the whole cosmos.

You march forward, You look not backward;
Wheels of Your chariot, You don't let pause.
Those oblivious, lifting onto lap You haul;
Darling, in Your attributes Earth is absorbed.

You love, and You create liila
With both tender and severe, mixed You are.
Those having no one, You've remained for them all;
Beginningless and endless are You formed.

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Thursday, July 30, 2026

Heart of my heart



(3738) Mor nirashar andhare tumi ke

Who are You in the gloom of my despair?
Into this solitude, oh Who came?
In dream, what I did not fabricate,
Is it You? Confidentially, please say.

Lackadaisical, I had been bewitched by the mundane;
Consciousness, who knows why You brought and gave.
Inside thinking You infused sensibility's cascade,
Like an unearned, crimson grace.

With Your company there'd been no familiarity;
I never did anything in exchange for well-being.
At no time did I request to appear;
Lonely and ashamed, I'd been far away.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Somehow not entirely depressed



(3737) Madhur mohana bhave shyam

With sweet and charming thought, hey Shyam,
Please enter my contemplation.
My psychic Jamuna has dried up;
Do give it Your loving touch.

My bud has fallen down, not blossoming,
The sun and light not coating.
Nectar has evaporated, not exuding,
Kept in check by a hundred afflictions.

I had thought that You, nearby having come,
You will tell something, having loved.
With mind felicitated, having smiled a-soft,
Even now the path I'm watching in expectation.

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Monday, July 27, 2026

He raises me on high



(3736) Se je eseche kache

The One Who has come nigh,
He has snatched the sleep of my eyes.
Whether or not He has liked,
He's stolen my sense of "I".

Myself, through a sweet scent floral,
I obtain His heart's fragrance.
From the eastern mountain[1], with hue's beauty,
His Purvi thaat enters buoyant.

In the song and dance of world entire,
His love, with cadence, it resides.
Amid all of desire-and-find,
Everyone has He mesmerized.

Covertly, at my mind's inside,
Who knows even why He arrives!
Though uninvited, constantly does He rise;
He disregards any prohibition mine.

In the month of spring, on color's swing,
Elevated on a restless breeze,
He has raised me, gratified.

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Sunday, July 26, 2026

It's Him alone that I desire



(3735) Kena je bhalabesechilum

Why had I become enamored?
I know not the why's answer.
Why had it felt so auspicious;
Thought did it take captive.

Why am I in nights serene,
On Him ever to think?
To set aside fatigue and grief,
Him have I solicited.

Why in meditation, Him having seen,
I become abstracted?
The outside world gets vanquished;
Stunned are seconds counted.

Why am I on a thought-stream
To mingle with Him only?
To be above glee and grief,
I go on craving Him.
Mayhap to explain I'm unable.

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Saturday, July 25, 2026

Everything I love



(3734) Tumi jadi nahi ele, vrthai kabarii bandha

When You did not appear,
In vain is the hair-braid tied!
Then fruitless is decor of light,
And useless the melody plied.

Fruitless then sacred painting made from rice,
And just useless staying well-attired.
In vain is tracing lamp-black lines
Or stringing blooms to gratify.

Age after age for sake of Thee,
I am awake, hey my Darling.
With an endless impetus of feeling,
Crossing all blockade am I.

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My God of Fire



(3733) Je agun jvele gele, stupiikrta andhakare

The fire that You lit and left
Upon the heaped darkness,
It's a comet softened by flaming wreath,
From one time to other ages.

That fire, on all quarters got beset;
It heeded not prohibition, limited or limitless.
Resplendent and immense, its crest blazing
Spread to every inner self.

A sacrificial fire's bosom belches conflagration,
To ashes it burns vice's inner core.
Defeated is the wickedness on which a demon dances;
That property, promptly it dismisses.

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