Again and again I stray

(3626) Nutana varase praneri harase

At onset of the rain, by my life's ecstasy, I proclaim reverent salutation to Thee. With my existence always welcoming, In a mite's thinking, You are replete. You have given dwelling place, You gave food and water; You have given light-rays, You gave fruit and flowers; You have given air and shade, cool and agreeable; You've given pity, gratifying. You have given fire at late night wintry; You gave a sweet scent in floral company. You gave intellect and strength to fight the enemy; What did You not give, Lord, graciously! I've forgot the way, by the worldly I've been crazed; You have forgiven me frequently. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Life of my life

(3625) Kena krsna sajal tithite

On this dark, rainy day, why, oh Krsna, Stormcloud-complexioned One,[1] will You not arrive? In the jailhouse of Mathura, Oh Virtue's Abode, won't You kindle light? Pasture's milch cows, by Your name are frenzied; Listening, no more a reed pipe will they hear. Night won't stay lit brightly In Nanda's pleasant domicile. Upon Jamuna's water won't rise a swell; In the ebon color, anyone to see Yourself? Amid a heap of tamal trees or in arbor of kadam, A gopii will not dance all the time. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Money isn't everything

(3624) Tomari deoya prane tomari deoya mane

In the life and mind bestowed by You only, Following You is my sadhana. I contemplate just Your words, I know Yours is everything; Absent You, even a little remains not. Oh Callous One, why are You in breach; Why have You gone far away, forsaking me? Do come closer still, much is there to speak; Yourself I am praying to receive. I had been forgetting You, I know not for how long; Ever in the company of matter, a mess I've become. Today I've understood that I am Yours alone; Round about Thee revolves my fancy. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Having sought, we did not find

(3623) Sat-ti canpa dekhe bale

The seven Champas, speak on seeing: "Hey Parul, where had you gone...[1] Searching, searching constantly, We had all been anxious. "We'd all sought neath morning's light, And we have searched at dark of night. We've looked into all vile or fine; Mind-shrine, thoroughly explored. "Under the midday sunbeams, We've gone on searching, passionately. Filled with a moonlit night's dream, Ever seeking, we did not reach the shore."  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

I don't and won't forget

(3622) Je agun jvele gele tumi priya

The fire You went on lighting, hey my Beloved; That will never get extinguished, we all realize. In the dark there'd been Your lamp begemmed; To that shine, ever-radiant, I pay mind. The tiny garland in my hand You had took up, lifting; Upon Your collarbone You had worn the wreath. On the floral bouquet was love and affection smeared; You gave a dazzling smile's flash, also that I recognize. By the rays of effulgence shed at fall of Your feet, Removed was gloomy darkness; on eyelids light appeared. The nectar of paradise Moon brought down to Earth; I count the half-minutes ere that to re-acquire. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

A thing of beauty

(3621) Canderi deshe elo bhese

She came floating in from the lunar realm; Who is one unknown apsara presently? Inside My mind at every moment, By that advent bugles rise up playing. Tender green leaves dormant, awoke they have risen; The dozing leaves, again life they have gotten. With fragrant buds, with cuckoo-and-peacock-call din, A lonely forestland has risen dancing. Shattered has gotten everyone's drowsy lethargy; Eyes have opened wide through Phalgun abir. Foliar beauty and a flower alluring, That person disguise-deft, to come down has agreed. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Such is my puzzle

(3620) Andhar sagar periye cale

Having crossed the dark sea, proceeds Your love's splendor; You are the Bow Wielder's song. Withdraw death's fangs, instilling angst, The-long-toothed demon's morsel-fear. By so much penance of Parvati, With so many of Kama's ash heaps. By the oblations of Daksha aplenty, Came this burnt offering. I don't find a start, middle, or end; Musing upon the thought, I lose myself. Singing Your ode I go ahead, Effusing all fervid zeal. Sarkarverse article Audio recording