How can I?

(3779) Bhavi tomay bhule jabo

I think I will go, Yourself forgetting; How do I forget, kindly answer! You rise floating on the horizon; If I think, won't I observe? With sandalpaste You smile in the summer heat; You float on screwpine pollen in the season rainy. Mid the kush and kash You dance, autumn during; And from white clouds You construct a rocking cradle. At pre-winter You are in paddy's fine aroma; At winter, in the silvery ice and frost. In spring by the gracious beauty of color, Implication You give through a dappled wind.   Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Bhaerav dwells within us

(3778) Bhaerav tumi durjoge ele

Bhaerav, You appeared at time of threat, With a dark tilak upon forehead. Whatever You received, You conquered and went, Even for an instant, movement not halted. Become nest-bereft are birds aplenty; Animals and humans lost their lodging. Like a flood, many tears kept on floating. You did not eye it for a moment. Oysters got drenched by water of own making; To deep beneath, the pearl went on sinking. Mentality full of love came in racing, With relief for the oppressed in this mundane realm.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Unraveling Your mystery

(3777) Jeo na jeo na priya mor

Don't leave, don't go, my Beloved, When You came to my dwelling. The whole night for sake of Thee, On gate I have placed a rice painting. I have plucked the smiling parul; Within wreath I've inserted bakul. Having kept mango-blossom upon urn, At path's edge seated had I been. The psychic ocean through string of waves, Having mused on You, dancing it promenades. Mind's peacock, at the sky does it gaze; A dark cloud in order to see.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

It's all You

(3776) Priyatama amar ghare

Dearest, at my place of dwelling, Please arrive, making light replete. Kindly beam Your honeyed smile, Mind-bewitching, with lips sweet. I want not to obtain anything; I just want to donate unto Thee... Through Your cadence and music mode to get frenzied, By Your presence in a hundred streams. I have gone on coveting more than sufficient; I have run behind phantasmic mirages. High and low having assessed, All my life have I done wrongly.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

It takes time

(3775) Juga juga dhare ceyechi tomare

For many ages I have wanted Thee; After long, I received. What is Your play divine, hard realized; In darkness, it had kept me. I had thought: Whole day from morning, By own strength, deeds I'll keep doing. You informed me at the noontime: Even grass moves by mercy. Earth goes on spinning round by kindness Thine; Six seasons[1] arrive, from clouds water they yield. The sky and air blanket with gist of moonlight, Ambrosia of consciousness replete. Action and knowledge, direction they hide; But in the dust of Your feet they make lie. On a litter of nectar does love glide; Honey gets the bee.  Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Because it is His blessing

(3774) Magheri shese vasanta ese

At Magha's end, having come the spring, It went on telling me: "Rise, friend; today move in company mine!" And through warm air, who does make sound, Rousing and blithesome: "Please arrive... Him we hold in mind." Neath fresh greenery has gotten lost the dry-leaf bunch; In forest-abode has smiled the tender palash. This environment, love's ecstasy, One decorates Him with floral attire. Filled with beauty is the world outside; In outright grief why will you bide? Everyone gleeful, lost in laughter, That Season King[1] we greet thereby. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Between Him and me...

(3773) Dhyaneri suvase cidakashe

At the fragrance of my meditation upon sky of psyche, The wave that awakened, Who will impede it; who will mislead! My mental peacock and the heavens hazy, Having viewed one another, they had frolicked, Fixedly and mist-free? None else knows, but both of us, we cognize... No one I told; and alike, He did not vocalize... Bright white, that great delight, He vanquished me, He vanquished me. Let none accept, but heed do I... The slight touch of intuition mine... Inside my sleeping mind, clandestinely, Love He let be stirred with a sense thrilling. Sarkarverse article Audio recording