Ubiquitous

(3798) Acho navaghana niila akashe

You are in the blue sky, new and striking, And in a gentle, heady breeze. You are in the moonlight with touch sweet, And in the trace of a song frenzied. The hawk-cuckoo goes on singing about Your love; The universe swoons on account of Your splendor. At Your memory, there is sweetness in the monsoon season; You are in the month of Chaitra's ecstasy. Ever unknown and unfamiliar You're the endless friend, Coated with ambrosia, the Self-Awareness. You never leave anybody alone or helpless; With the light of consciousness always You accompany. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

The time for action has come

(3797) Bakula suvase

With a medlar's sweet scent, With a medlar fragrance in the Chaitra air at present, Do we know the One for Whom heart pines... With infatuating magic at a remote paradise, Toward Whom it looks time after time? In the three worlds, what load of pain has remained, Whatever humble assortment of aches, On waters overflowing like high tide of life, Launching buoyant in a hundred ways You provide. "Having drawn the distant near, today you bring; Hear, upon the sky a bugle rises playing! On drunken wind, the two poles girdled by, Go ahead, absent a divided mind." Sarkarverse article Audio recording

With a blazing rudraveena

(3796) He rudra bhaerav tava rave

Hey the fierce Bhaerav, on Your report, The world arose, trembling. Hey the Bow-Wielder, yon horn's speech, It booms, proclaiming bolts of lightning. Upon water, land, and heaven's vault, Like aural ornament, a bugle rung. Viewed has the night a boon enemy; That night He rid immediately. Darkness of fog, the owl parliament Had thought will turn yet more intense. A bin's burning repertoire, Mid that, it could not persevere. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Yourself I divine

(3795) Tomay pratham bhevechilum

Upon You foremost I had mused Over my life's duration. And so, on my light's account, You broke a stone-prison. If at any time inquires anyone: Please tell me who is Your love, I'll reply to him: "Pardon me, He smiles on every star." Please accept obeisance, oh my Sweetheart, Many, many times, in the millions. Precious Gem of my dark home, For a brief instant You'd been stone-housed; Today that stone hard to cross is cut out; This makes known: He does not get lost! Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Timeless is the memory of You...

(3794) Tomar saunge jabe hayechilo paricay

When with You my acquaintance had happened, That day, date, and hour, still has remained in mind. Upon eyes has felt fine the light of sensory perception; Even now, that same background dances in front of eyes. That ancient sun sounded the bugle horn; On mental eyelids it allowed sweetness be poured. That tale: who will forget, will an oblivion wipe? What exists will persist in a realm beyond time. That night's same moon let be brought love only; Into a slighted mind it has poured boundless honey. Presently, that memory floats echoing in history, And even now on misery it is dancing, making trite. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Grateful for Your smile

(3793) Ganer e malakhani, tomar tarei genthe rekhechi

This song's garland fragment, Just for You I've kept threaded. Due to when having come, You will wear, Looking toward the path I have waited. You are my entire ambition; In You, my carnate expression. With Your color, with Your beauty, Salve on eyes have I traced. You alone are my pole star, All my desire's sole aggregate. On Your affectionate coast auric, I have yielded up my fate. Darling, look with eyes spread wide; Oh, never be displeased or disinclined. Unto Your smile-line of lower lip, In its own right, I've ceded thanks. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Who would call this mercy?

(3792) Priya ke bale tomake bhalo

Who says You are wholesome, Darling? Many a lifetime, much sorrow and exertion, It passed by, going on calling. I have called to You beneath the sunray-garland,[1] At both summer and monsoon, from a body radiant. In the month of Bhadro I have called on autumn nights; By white clouds ignited are light-beams. I have called under pre-winter's frosty wind And below the stroke of wintry snow unbearable. At spring You came up to the outskirts of life, Ridding the accumulated ebony. Sarkarverse article Audio recording