From the first day

(3721) Tumi esechile viina bajiyechile

You had come, You had played a veena; Even still its jingle goes on floating. Melody You had taught, songs You had sung; A string of that lute flashes in psyche. You'd gone on making Earth enchanted; After long, unbodied sleep, ecstatic. By that Your import, a bearing having insight deep, A golden waterfall upon life is cascading. You did not go far remote, ever You are circling all; In the casket of psyche hums Your love. By that Your manner and music mode, immortal affection, Inside what's beyond hue, color is swooning. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Sympatica

(3720) Ei tamasay bhara varasay

In this same gloom-filled rainy season, My mind goes on floating with a cloudy-green complexion, Like sweet beauty of a bamboo flute's arbor. That Beloved, won't He come, won't He play a reed pipe; Won't He sway a heart with Jamuna waters of pastime? On the octave won't a lyre with its jingling sound excite, And by even just one person does this get labeled love? Outside, the rain exudes a sleep-breaking tune; Unseen by all, at home my eyes effuse. Drenched by a tear-stream, mid whole world in solitude, Who looks afresh in my direction! Sarkarverse article Audio recording

My Dark Prince, I muse on Thee

(3719) Madhaviikuinje eso shyam

Oh Krsna, at myrtle grove please arrive, Intoxicating psyche's bumblebee. A hushed-up bud drain until dry, The heart's ambrosia two hands filling. This myrtle grove, it is mine; It lives on in hope Thine... Every instant that is idle, Ciphering the seconds owing to Thee. I don't know whether You will come, Making my effort blossom. Sprinkled tears and love tender, Will or won't they entice Thee? Please appear in a groom's clothing, Decked by blooms and song's resonance lingering... A visage sweet and mind alert, With smiling lips in depths of reverie. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

He is curious

(3718) Acena ajana raye geche

He Who has remained unknown, different, His mildly intoxicating vernal breeze, It's afloat upon celestial firmament. He Who's mixed with crimson efflorescence, Upon eastern sky, at end of gloomy darkness, The language of heart's hope, a sleepless night, Propped up by faith in Him alone, it dances. His song I sing... about Him only do I think; I rise and fall on just His undulating stream. By just His love's exudation, its hint of sweetness, A song rings out, a lute jangles. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Finally I see

(3717) Ruper sayare dub diye ami

I am sunk in form's sea; I've obtained the gem form-free. By amorous gesture and smiling with long-held desire, I have gained the prayed-for Darling. This jewel is not of a gem-mining quarry... On sky, in air, wherever I make scrutiny. Everything exists, just one thing is not there; Today I've seized that Singular Entity. This precious stone does not get known publicly; Sparkles in darkness the mine of psyche. By thought-fetters it is tied, I perceive; And yet, not grasping, I am troubled by fear. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

You started a song

(3716) Giitimalika gale esechile

Song-wreath upon neck You'd appeared, On an avenue jasmine-strewn that evening. In that dream-filled, sportive litter, Floating to the Unknown still I proceed. By octave its keynotes lifted up, A song full of love You'd sung... In one hundred streams on lyre-strings, With light-spikes of anklets shining. That song won't ever get lost; Age after age it will not pause. In the vast cosmos it will go on sailing; Beyond luminaries on a path of hearing. Sarkarverse article Audio recording

Universal Bengal

(3715) Bamla amar desh bamlake bhalabasi

Bengal is my homeland; Bengal I hold dear. In Bengal's grief I weep; in Bengal's joy I beam. Brothers-sisters of Bengal are the pals of play only; Bengal's heart heavenly goes on pouring love constantly. Bengal's flower, fruit, and water are daybreak's[1] smiling lotus, Epoch-making, chagrin-ridding, in fog of despondency. All of the Bengali hope, the language of Bengali love, May it be accomplished through cosmic harmony once more. The Bengali boys and girls, Bengali heaps of wisdom, May it be achieved, hey Lord, thoughts of the Great mixing. Sarkarverse article Audio recording