How can I explain Your grace?

(3767) Praneri parage bhese tumi esechile

Sailing on my life's pollen, You'd arrived At my home, in my mind, Beloved. Clad in Phalgun's fresh green leaf, You had smiled; You'd decanted an ambrosia painted. There'd not been another on that night; None stirred beneath wind and moonlight. Even to another person, Your stride You hushed, even jingling anklets. Deep asleep had I been, oblivious; I did not proclaim a cordial invitation. I made not a rice-painting's construction; Knowing the way, You came nonetheless. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Dang, that was quite a Big Bang!

(3766) Prabhu tumi acho ar ami achi

Lord, You exist, as well do I; In the world, there is not a third person. I've invested all the nectar of my mind; Yourself have I wanted in isolation. Today Tantra and Veda became as one, Nyas, Pranayam, and Dhyan: in wisdom, no distinction... Filth got removed, far off did envy become. Just one moon smiles upon face of elation. All things, but a single emission: equivalent, Everything's a huge explosion's singular fundament... By love and affection, all is conglomerated; Thus in life there is only one Aim of Meditation. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I ask afresh

(3765) He prabhu tumi rayecho

Hey Lord, You have dwelt Upon land and in water, within everything. You have lavished Your love limitless On the endless thought-stream. Earth's essence of ambrosia, You're the Boon Companion, Eternal and true, the vast ocean. With divine bliss drops dance by the millions In sweetness of the lotus of Thee. A single drop am I also in Your stream; In Your hymn I rise and fall, laughing and crying. Prosody I get in life from Your splendid beauty; You are my beginning unto ending. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Love is the key

(3764) Tumi jadi mor ghare na ele

When to my house You did not come, Pointless going on seated, counting time. Utterly useless is a flowerbed raised for consideration, Sweetness of color that's made to delight. In the garden futile are the bela and malatii, The shiuli and champak, the chameli and juhi. Arati with a five-basined lamp, worthless completely, With extract of love the hymn sung thereby. With floral band, of totally no avail hair-braid to bind; A ballad in slow-halting meter,[1] it gets plied. With a belt of lodhra is the hip tied;[2] Upon beauty raag to lavish is desired. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

And then a cosmos came

(3763) Ami jani na keu jane na

Know not I, knows no one, When first You had appeared. There was not date or moment, or computation; On Earth's surface, nobody was there. There was not a grain of dust, not a rain shower: No cloud transformation from mist to water. There had been no sunshine, this environment: On flower petals, the bees a-buzzing. There was no demise or the touch of nectar; There was no nighttime or even the day's mirth. There was not a microsecond's radiance of luster; Within Time Eternal,[1] all were deep asleep. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

With You it's more than just a link

(3762) Tomar katha shuni bare bare ami

Your tale I listen to repeatedly; Night and day about You I do think. Your sweet smile, upon floral pollen sailing, Without equal it gives swing. On my mind Your footprint is painted; Petals of Your garland are in my mem'ry garden. Your movement's rhythm, it brings speed unto existence; Hey my Intimate, hey the Ever Mystifying. All the time You're with me, if or not convenient, A triumphant tilak all-conquering, having etched on forehead. Inside, a drop accommodates ocean-water bottomless; The molecule You make fused with the Supreme. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

The particulars don't matter

(3761) Tomar saunge paricayer

Of my acquaintance with Thee, Day and date to mind don't spring. You have simply stayed filling psyche; Whole of life You are there. Mine had been no riches worldly; Like an assortment of gems, Yourself I received. In breast of a molecule was a gravelly reflection; On a leafless branch, fresh greenery's palpitation. In a cloud black as ink, a rainbow's radiation; Compassion You made complete. A bloom that had dropped beside the way, neglected; Which is that Florist Who plucked it from the forest? On it color did He lavish, He infused a sweet scent; You are only He, on far bank of ebony. Sarkarverse article Audio recording