To play the game and be amused

(3582) Tandrajarima ja chilo amar

What had been my drowsy inertia, Master, You withdrew. Now on this dark night, same night of ebon. Inaction-induced weight of ignorance, It went far away in a second. What had been beyond my concept, Now that too became perception-held. Lit by a hundred suns' effulgence, Gloom in prison You transformed. With such cosmic magic is Your divine play: Each instant with delight, an ever-new game. Thought of birth's amazing wish to make Comes with a sportive implication. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Chiaroscuro

(3581) Tomar aloke andhare eki liila

In light and darkness Yours is such a sport; A game amazing, You dance at times right and wrong. In Your company, there is no vision mine; You are deft, adept are You. Yourself have I held dear; I know not if You truly love me. Still I like to get You nigh; I am bewildered, I'm confused. My days come and go uselessly Amid only the routine things. By simply contemplating Thee, peace I find; You are sweet, honeyed are You. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Show mercy

(3580) Madhura mohan tumi citarainjan

Sweet and charming, You are the psychic dye; Constantly You are with me. Having lit a lamp of love under troubled breeze, You wish to remove a darkness gloomy. Not moment or second or trice is Thine; Perception unequaled, oh God surpassing time. Nonetheless, to the unit living being You appear for holding dear. Scripture and intellect, logic, reason, and analysis– Above all them, You are invisible and unblemished. The mirage of blind attachment You can rescind. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

A play of affection

(3579) Ganer e jharnadharay

Through this font of song You have gone on dancing. At inertia's gloomy prison You've ignited light-beams. When there'd been no atom or molecule in existence, When by deadly sleep, agency was indolent, There'd not been bright smiles or any flute at fest; You have simply laughed, solitary. Today in sportive flavor, with the throng on You glide; On the heart of multitudes, honey You apply. To many a dance beat You excite with silvery light, When You have loved everybody. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Love is the key

(3578) Aj nayan bholano rupe tumi esecho

Today with eye-enticing beauty You've arrived In the crude, subtle, and causal realms. Embrace have You granted in the casket of mind, By attraction of love's sweetness. There had been a honeyed pollen in the lotus of my psyche; Affection had been replete in a trance of odor sweet. Tune, tempo, music mode... in cadence to and fro they swing; For whose sake, that who does comprehend? To the form-sea came this lotus with what project; Master, that You know, all takes place in Your depths. The ocean of wisdom deep, mind-waters of perfect knowledge, Pearl You load at the heart of oyster-shell. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Your subtle essence

(3577) Tumi nandanavane candan

You are the sandalwood in a pleasure garden; Earth goes on drifting on Your sweet scent. You're the nectar of a lotus flower; Yourself every bee wants to get. To a screwpine, in the rains You happen; You are floating through my pollen. You are in magnolia's stream of consciousness; On a drunken, rumbling wind, You rise weightless. Sparkling with the luster of Your silhouette, Both micro- and macrocosm; they're be-gemmed. The nebula's necklace in ways one hundred, By Your legs, overwhelmed. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

When Your ankle bells ring in my ears

(3576) Tomari priya nam tumii parinam

Only Your cherished name: You alone, the final state; Whatever hope is with You only. Your loveliness floats on a firmament gorgeous; By just Your prescript is going and coming. About Your work and cause I know naught; Through G-O-D,[1] unto You I pay homage. Happiness heavenly, always a penchant sweet, By Your profound wisdom You rid all despondency. Mind dances round and round at ankle-bells sonorous, With music mode and melody, upon horizon's far shore. Resonant in the three worlds[2] with God's vibration, By such means dumbfounded is all garrulous speech. Sarkarverse article Audio recording