Translations only
401-500
401
The earth today is exuberant with delight,
with rhythmic dance and enchanting melody.
Melodies of by-gone days intoxicate all.
Adorning your eyes with collerium,
draping garlands around your neck,
fill your flower baskets with fragrant flowers.
Colour everyone with the hues of your heart
and perfume your surroundings
with the fragrance of marigolds.
Hearts overjoyed in the festival of lights,
embrace one and all.
Attaining the Supreme Entity,
the pollen of mind is ecstatic with joy.
401
Today,
the earth is vibrant with delight,
with rhythmic dance
and intoxicating melody.
All are drunk
with tunes
of by-gone days.
Adorn your eyes with collyrium;
drape garlands about your neck.
Fill your baskets with fragrant blooms
and, with the scent of marigolds
spread wide your perfume.
Colour all with the hues of your heart.
In light's extravaganza
hearts pour forth your joy
embracing one and all.
The pollen of mind
ecstatic with joy
has attained the Supreme One.
402
Come, O Lord, in my mind.
Come with a stream of light.
Come, be seated in my inner heart.
In a golden flow of music You catch my hand
and take me beyond the ocean of darkness.
Transform my tears of sorrow
with the intoxicating joy of Your all-embracing love.
Come, smile in my heart a smile of blissful pearls.
Keep me very close to You.
Don't forget me even for a single moment.
Don't allow delusion to overtake me.
Keep me always
in the flow of colourful invigorating omniscience.
402
Come, my Lord
come into my mind
in a stream of celestial light.
Come, be seated
in my inner heart.
Catch my hand
in Your melodious (golden) flow
and transport me
beyong the sea of dark.
Transform my tears of pain
with the intoxication of Your love.
Come, smile Your blissful smile of pearls.
Keep me ever close to You.
Forget me not
for a fraction of a day,
allow not
delusion to prevail.
Keep me ever
in the kaleidescope stream
of Your vibrant omniscience.
403
In spring we play with colour, not with fire.
We extinguish the fires of mind.
In the stillness of night we move silently,
to exude aroma in the flower garden.
Imperceptibly, I remain inextricably associated
with floral nectar,
with each atom of light and shade.
I fill every heart with love every moment.
I pour forth streams of nectar in the moonlight
and in the smiles of children.
I never forget to do it.
I never deceive anybody.
403
In spring
we play with colour
not fire,
extinguishing the fires of the mind.
To spread perfume
through the garden we move
in the still of night
with gentle, silent steps,
I am inextricably merged
in floral essences
in every atom
in light and shade,
but I don't reveal myself.
I fill all hearts with love
every moment.
I shower forth nectarial streams
in the moonlight
in children's smiles.
I cannot deny it.
I cannot deceive anybody.
404
A fairy entered the flower garden to sip floral nectar.
It flew in on the intoxicating breeze
while spreading its golden wings in the charming sky.
All the flowers peep out and say.
"Our nectar is not very tasty.
Some is bitter,
some sour,
some astringent,
some very repulsive to the tongue."
While selecting, the intelligent fairy
plucked only the sweet flowers
into its basket.
The fairy did not slight any flower.
It gave equal affection to one and all.
It went to the distant sky while touching lightly
even those flowers whose nectar it didn't take.
404
A fairy descends in a floral bower
to sip the nectar from its myriad flowers.
She glided in on an intoxicating breeze
with golden wings outspread in the charming sky.
All the blossoms appeared and openly cried,
"Our nectar may not all be sweet;
some is bitter, some sour, some astringent
and repulsive to the tongue."
The fairy chose only the sweetest blooms
and gathered/dropped them into her basket,
she did not, however, slight any bloom
and gave equal affection to all.
While departing towards the distant sky
she caressed even those blooms
whose nectar she had not taken.
405
Day and night I stay awake for You, O Lord.
A garland of love have I woven for You alone.
Today its flowers wither
its petals hang limp in sorrow.
I have drenched them
with tears of great love
and yet
there is no light in my life
no game of hide and seek
between the moon and clouds.
Day and night rotate
but pay me no heed.
And I cry and cry and cry.
406
Come, O Spring,
Lord of seasons,
sway my mind.
Beam forth Your radiant smile
and entice the flower garden
into joYous dance.
I am exuberant with delight
amidst green leaves and crimson flowers.
Every fibre of my body thrills in ecstasy
with the advent of my dearest Lord.
My eyes are adorned with collyrium.
I see whatever is good in this universe.
My wild hair flys loose in the unruly southern breeze.
My heart is full of nectar,
and that nectar alone I pour forth from my being.
The Lord of my life has come today
at the end of my prolonged weeping.
406
Come Spring, Lord of seasons,
sway my mind.
Beam forth Your radiant smile
and entice the flower garden to dance.
I delight in her green leaves and crimson blooms.
At Your advent
each fibre of my body
thrills
ecstatically.
My eyes
coloured with dark liner
gaze on a beneficent world
while my hair flys wild
in a gusty southern breeze.
The nectar of my brimming heart
pours forth from my being.
The Lord of my life
has come at last
to end of my long age of weeping.
407
You have hidden Yourself in my mind.
I cannot find You.
Unbeknown,
You are inseparably associated with all.
You are enthroned in every heart,
in the charming spring,
in the fragrance of flowers.
Your overflowing sweetness
drifts to the distant blue void.
In the sapphire Sindh river,
in the radiance of a vermillion mark,
in the whiteness of milk
and the sparkling white of the snow,
where do You not exist?
O Infinite Lord,
You never come within the reach of individuals
because once You come within our reach
You have made Yourself finite.
If we want to catch You we are to merge in You.
Then we fininte entities become infinite.
You are one, yet You are in the minds of all
in various forms.
We sing Your glory.
407
You have hidden in my mind
I cannot find You.
You, who unbeknown to all
are associated with all.
You are enthroned in every heart
in the charming spring
in the fragrance of flowers.
Your sweetness overflows
to the distant blue void.
In the sapphire Sindh river
in the radiant vermillian mark
in the whiteness of milk
and the sparkling purity of snow,
where do You not exist?
Infinite Lord
You stay beyond our reach
for once coming therein
You become finite
and we, infinite.
You are one
yet remain
in various forms
in the minds of all.
We sing Your praise.
408
In dawn's crimson radiance
I encountered You.
At life's dusk
I came to know You.
I had coloured You
with shades of my finiteness.
You appeared in my mind
countless times;
I feigned ignorance
and groped for You
foolishly
elsewhere.
My love-woven garland
has withered,
and I, a pauper,
at life's twilight
offer You my feeble love,
dried in arid sands.
You have danced in my heart
enticingly
yet I listened not to her song.
My well-rehearsed tunes
remain unsung.
Now I surrender unto You
laying mute offerings
at the altar of the indescribable.
409
I sing
to please You Lord
and to heal
my wounded heart.
I have lost all,
O fatal blow,
so I sing away my grief.
The Supreme Thief
has stolen all.
I sing
to forget my loss.
With song
I obliterate
the wounds
the tears of sorrow.
My crown has fallen
and I, divest of all grandeur,
endure the pain.
410
O traveller
walking yonder,
look at me.
I know You not
yet I call You with my tears.
The stream of my life
has dried
in desert sands.
My heart is broken.
O unbearable pain!
I run in search of my Lord.
The pitiful crys of my pining heart
torment me
again and again.
The blossoms of my mind
lie torn
entangled in thorns,
and I search for eyes in the dark night
to mark with delusion's line.
Can You forget,
O mind,
the thorns' piercing pain
and the agonies of loss.
411
You awaken in my mind
the fragrance of an unknown bloom.
You arouse a deluge of feelings
in hither to songs unsung.
My path is lined
with fragrant pines
yet You fill my mind
with blossoms from an unnamed tree.
Memories stay fresh in my mind.
It wants to dance
ignoring all obstacles.
The world of ideation
flashes promises
of melodies unrevealed,
strings of lyres unplayed.
With what mysterious melody
have You enchanted me.
Its resonance, still fresh
inundates my mind and
fills me with inspiration on my forward path.
412
Who art Thou
riding the chariot of mind
to intoxicate me with joy.
Who art Thou
inebriating my consciousness
in the light of early day.
Traversing the path of effulgence
Thou has captured sweet charm,
then appear
to fill the lives of all.
In melodies Thou pulsates,
stealing rhythms
and pouring forth thy own rhythm.
Thou hast come
to all
to sing thy song.
413
From distant skies
melodies of forgotten days
float in
intermittently.
Unique and unknown jewels
glitter smiles
in the depths of mind.
He is a string of lights
in the darkest night.
All fondly absorb
His supreme effulgence.
Sweet fountain in the desert path,
dispell mind's thirst
with life-giving streams.
Mind rushes to be always near,
it cannot remain alone.
The confused and distressed
love him
whose beauteous forms inundate the earth.
His radiance dispells the dark.
And yet, I fear to be near,
my heart shivers in sweet trepidation.
414
Bless me Lord
out of unbounded grace.
Have mercy on the undeserving.
In a flow divine effulgence
bathe all
in salvation sweet.
You, who are invoked
at the heights of majestic mountains
in the depths of fathomless seas,
claim Your immortal seat
in our consciousness.
You make us fearless.
All that is within and beyond our ken
is Your divine game.
You vibrate all.
You, Supreme Progenitor
Creator of the universe
ever-pure and untarnished.
415
How shall I pray to You, Lord
who remain with me
through life and death,
birth after birth.
At the dawn of creation
You were my very breath
in each fraction of a moment.
You are my chant
to move ahead.
I shall advance
singing Your name.
I shall not stop.
Comets, meteors,
storms, tempests
arise
and try to bar my path
but I shall never stop.
I, a traveller on the path of infinity
beseech Your grace.
At Your feet I prostrate.
416
Days fade away
in expectation of Your advent.
O Lord,
a lightning flash
and then
You vanish.
Don't You realise my pain?
My heart
smeared with fragrance
seeks You alone.
Its charm
is razed to dust.
Why?
My songs
are to sing Your tunes.
My eyes
are to look to You.
My longing
seeks
thy grace
thy compassion.
417
The Lord of light appeared today.
Yes, He appeared
dispelling gloom's dark pall.
With two hands
he cast away that spell
and transformed it into light.
Where does He remain hidden
so far,
and from what unknown site
he conquers me?
I am immersed in him,
he has stolen my all.
With His love
His attraction
my heart insistently
runs to him.
He colours my being
with His hues and fragrance,
His melodious tune.
418
The lily of my mind
seranades the moon
on a balmy night.
I shall stay awake
forever
to pour out my heart to You.
I shall spin You tales of dreams
on the gentle breeze
in rapturous melodies.
I shall listen
with enamoured heart.
Dreamland's messenger
arrives
enticing her to come.
Her replys of love
drift to an unknown world,
secret no more,
scattered throughout the universe.
Dream waves break
incessantly
to merge in the Formless One.
In the enchanted heart
a sleeping bud blossoms forth.
419
How I yearned for You
shedding copious tears.
Couldn't You hear my pleas?
You want to make me weep
and willingly ignore me.
Ceaselessly, night and day
flow torrential tears
like the peak of summer rains.
And You smile
indifferently,
O hard-hearted one.
I shall weave
from my mind
a garland of tears
and offer it to You.
Let me see
whether You
will wear it
or not.
420
My heart overflows.
You gave more
than I desired.
Make me Your own
in the way that You please,
make me Your instrument.
You accept less from me
than what I expect.
I don't understand.
Great works or small
are at Your command.
You alone understand
more than I can ever express.
421
I came not to enkindle a blaze,
I want illuminate the minds of all.
I shall inundate the arid desert
with a rain of sweet love.
I shall bedeck the trees in floral array.
I shall bring life to the withered heart.
I inspire all to attain the infinite.
I fill the depths of their hearts
silently, inconspicuously
with love through dance and song.
I uplift the dejected,
and honour the defeated.
I steal their sorrows and pains.
I exist in the minds of all.
Let people know the Supreme Truth
through all my actions.
422
Have mercy, O Lord
have mercy on me.
Lift me from dark dungeons
and show me ever more beautiful forms.
Delight me with Your rhythms
of ever enchanting dance
and fill my eyes increasingly
with Your dazzling light.
Make ever more expanded
Your universal mind
and broaden the scope of its melodious spell.
Intoxicate me ever more,
with the sweetest thoughts of You
and stay by my side, please
never stray from me.
423
The petals have all fallen
my garland is dry.
With what tune
shall I serenade
my afflicted life?
Seated on an altar of jewels
You pledged salvation to all,
You came to dispell the darkness
from the three encumbered realms.
Tell me why, then,
You allowed
the reverse to happen to me.
Why, O Merciful Sea,
heartless providence
decreed
the demise of my tender heart?
Why do tears of pain
(excruciating)
flow ceaselessly?
Why, oh why,
tell me, please,
right now.
It is not my complaint,
it is my grievance.
424
Come secretly
and take Your seat within my mind.
No one will see,
no one will know,
no one will be harmed thereby.
You are the eternal sojourner
from immemorial time.
I desire You
to be seated in my innermost shrine.
If You will grace me
please be sure
the place I have reserved for You
is for eternity.
With Your touch
remove my impurities.
You are the singer from immemorial time
and so I long to sing for You.
If You will grace me with Your ear
please be sure
that my voice sings forth Your melodies
and by Your hearing
all her discords are dissolved.
425
What kind of love is this?
How many days
how many sleepless nights
have passed
in expectation of Your advent?
The fragrance of countless unnamed blossoms
has faded
into dew-drenched oblivion;
in the evening's mystic radiance
they withered/fall
in utter neglect.
You ignore my love,
You destroy my dreams,
with what mad obcession?
O, heartless one,
You ensnare me still
with magic floral bonds.
I try to forget You,
but I can't,
and I am destined
to pace lonely nights -- ka'na pati,
to give an ear to,
I am ever attentive
in expectation of Your gentle step.
426
The Lord of Aloka (the realm of light)
has descended
smeared with heavenly pollen
churning the ocean of effulgence
pouring ambrosial nectar onto earth.
Sleeping creatures awaken
when the darkened sky
breaks into brilliant crimson light.
The three worlds dance
in blissful rhythm and delight.
From their wretchedness
the living
have regained consciousness
and speechless humanity
proclaims her eloquence.
The heart
intoxicated with joy
sings out in myriad melodies
in sweet ideational waves.
427
The lost Supreme Treasure
has returned to my eyes.
The heart
which had drifted apart,
despondent in its separation,
has slowly and silently
regained its original composure.
Those who taste samadhi
in the shady bokul grove,
their hearts overflood
with the sweet recollection of His love.
Let us too move
towards that absorbing realm
transported by cosmic memories.
Let us move silently
with gentle steps
lest we disturb
with worldly movements
their deep spiritual slumber.
428
The game of hide and seek,
You know, Lord, how to play.
You know how to make people dance
with Your capricious ways.
You know how to flood effulgence
into the deep dark night.
You know how to bring darkness
even in the shining day.
You know how to make eloquent
a voice that cannot talk.
You know how to share laughter's joy
and strum the lyre of life.
With Your grace
the world is colourful;
Your inscrutable game
engages all
in maya's hypnotic spell.
And You alone, Lord, know well how
to tear assunder illusion's veil
and grant emancipation.
429
You are the essence/intimate beloved of all,
so I love You,
and have attained You
in exchange for all.
I treasure You in my heart.
Humanity, in pain,
counts each minute
in expectation of Your advent.
Yet, I, come to You
with my love
in cupped hands,
and You offer me Your all.
heart overflowing
to one
who desires nil./
A heart overflows
to those
who want nothing.
In rainbow radiance
from distant skies
my mind embraces You.
My life
cascades
towards You
Formless One
and like a nectarial flow
I become
eloquent with the voice
of my inner heart.
430
You have vanished
and my heart is empty,
dearest.
Where have You gone?
I have decorated
my inner shrine
with floral sprays.
It becomes
a nectarial sea
exuding sweet fragrance.
Don't forsake me,
please;
hear my earnest plea.
I have danced in time
with Your cosmic cadence
and divine meolodious harmonies.
I have been mad with Your joy.
Don't leave me.
Don't fly away.
I am like a fragile creeper,
dependent on Your love.
431
Come, dear Lord, in the lotus of my heart.
You promised to return
but for nights on end
You linger far.
Garlands have been laid aside.
I neglect to tie them in my hair
and to my weary eyes
the beauty of the world grows dim.
You have stolen the beauty.
O mind stealer,
I am devoid of Your song.
Around my desert heart
not a single note
not a harmony/melody
is struck.
All have passed beyond the range of my ear
and I am stranded
in a deep dark spell.
432
Once there lived a fairy tale king
who knew not how to smile.
He walked on his hands
ate puffed rice with his toes
and openly snacked
on delicious cakes
with his back to the midnight sun.
He chewed cane with his tongue
sucked its juice with his teeth
and cast his net
in the tennis court
to capture succulent fish.
In the light of midday
underwater He would hide
in fear of ghastly ghosts,
and racing speed boats
to distant skies He would fly
for a breath of pleasant air.
While others worked hard
he would close his eyes
and very contentedly snore.
433
Where are You on this joYous day?
You have vanished
when the trees are laden with fruit.
My mind is heavy with affliction,
why don't You accept
my love and affection?
O hard-hearted one,
how did I offend You?
I don't understand.
On what pretext
do You renew Your games divine?
I can only cling to Your feet -
time after time,
advent after advent -
in eternal adoration.
434
Who art Thou
who comes
with a distant song
floodtide of nectarial bliss?
Effulgence
in a hundred streams
inundates my heart.
A cosmic sound,
hurtling
towards infinity,
awakens with Your touch;
and in Your sport,
the bountiful earth
dances
in beauteous and colourful array.
Smash these bars of ignorance,
rush headlong
rapturous heart
towards Your goal.
Black bees whisper
secrets to the flowers,
the fragrant breeze
wafts consciousness
into the world
and sweet vibrations
rippling ceaselessly
merge into
the distant smiling void.
435
O Supreme Shelter
of the shelterless,
O Lord of hallowed abodes
accept my salutations
out of infinite grace,
heed my earnest prayer
and keep me ever at Your feet.
Flowers exude their fragrance
at Your behest
and produce nectar sweet.
With Your sublime touch
my heart attains
the bliss divine.
For You
the universal melody
floats in the vast etherial void.
Inspire
that celestial tune
to whisper in my mind
as I contemplate You
in dhyana*.
*meditation
That melody comes near
in my dhyana.
436
What message do You convey to me,
sometimes in my conscious mind,
sometimes in my unconscious mind?
I do not understand.
My mind floats in speechless shyness.
Countless blossoming flowers colour Your garden,
innumerable pearls radiate in Your mind.
At times I understand;
at times I cannot comprehend
Your inscrutable divine games
and in my confusion
tears fall like torrential rain,
sometimes in my conscious mind,
sometimes in my unconscious mind.
Only You realise what is in Your mind,
You, who have captured my heart.
How shall I survive now that my heart is lost?
437
With Your thought
and Your song
my mind drifts away to an unknown shore
beyond the ocean of light.
Through melodious strains
and rhythms divine
I long to attain You,
my lost treasure sublime.
I decorate my heart
and wish that You be seated there
in gracious majesty.
I set candles and incense to burn
with utmost care
and wish to please You, Lord.
Come, dearest,
grace me with Your presence,
like the waters of love
cascading
torrentially
upon my sacred madhavi bowers.
438
Come O Lord,
come into my room.
Let me welcome You
with all my heart.
Let me gaze upon You.
Let me cling to Your feet
and ever remain with You.
I have filled my welcoming basket
with flowers, fruits
and the charm of my heart.
I long to attain You
in all Your majesty.
Come O Lord
be seated in my heart
fill my hearing,
my thoughts and meditation.
Bless the dormant desire
hidden deep in the cavern of my mind.
439
Spring, You have come today in my life
awakening the earth with a new vibration
stiring the depths of my being
my inside and outside
and the black bee of my mind
with fragrant flowers and incense.
You have stained my eyes with black collyrium
and have brought radiance
to the mango, bokul, shimul and other blossoms
lining both banks of my heart.
You have coloured mind's black bee
which hums secretly
and moves silently in gentle trepidation.
440
At the dawn of my life
appeared my Lord
traversing the sky ways
on a chariot of the golden sun.
All was silent.
There was none
with whom to speak
with whom to engage in heartfelt exchange
upon this dusty earth.
In the crimson dawn
with love of life
exuding profusely
from the fragrant pollen of the heart
He came
at the first awakening
of my life.
441
With Your advent
in the eastern sky
earth's cimmerian darkness was dispelled.
In Your radiant light
sweet loti and lillies bloomed;
the raucaus laughter of the dark
was removed.
Desert thirst was quenched
and verdent beauty overflowed.
Atoms and molecules
vibrated
in Your soft bosom of light
and history began to unfold.
In the blue void
a universe
expressed and unexpressed
exploded.
All creatures chant the mantra
of One,
the Supreme,
and clinging to His feet
they gyrate
in rhythmic dance
towards their Source.
442
Come to me
dearest of my life.
Annoint me
with Your touch divine
like cool sandal paste
like nectarial wine.
Bless me
with Your smile benign
in eyes so full of love.
Where do You hide
essence of every mind
scattered to the corners/throughout
the winds of the world?
Come forward.
Let Your effulgence
flood my heart.
You are veiled
in my unconscious
in my subconscious mind.
Unveil
reveal Yourself
to my conscious eyes
and heal my wounded heart.
443
This festival of light
is a secret game of Yours
in the garaden of my life.
I have discovered it.
I have detected Your sport.
In rhythmic trance
I weave a victory wreath
and fill a welcoming basket
with fragrant delights.
Memories of forgotten joys
are revived.
Let me enlighten my the coming days
with dawn's crimson rays.
A joy-intoxicated mind
an exuberant heart
vibrate the fragrant garden of my life.
444
The black bee
of the forest of my mind
seeks only
the floral nectar of the Supreme.
He, the treasure casket of my lost heart
remains above the domain
of attainment and loss.
It knows not why
it seeks Him so.
He whose mysterious smile
sends inexplicable tremors
throughout my being.
I cannot describe
and turn away my eyes
in shyness.
What indescribable sweetness
emanates
from His most beauteous form?
445
Dearest Lord
I am seeking You
along lonely roads
yet You elude me still
like the musk deer's
mysterious smell.
You are so near.
On dark moon nights
under moonless skies
along known paths
or lost desert ways,
You are near.
Yet I seek You
mistakenly chasing a mirage
while You
dearest
remain so near.
446
Light, light everywhere.
My world is filled with light.
Light streams in a hundred directions
in Your eternal nectarial flow.
Waters of gleaming light
cascade towards the sea
and the glittering waves
of the surging sea
dance free from bondage.
Mind's peacock prances
at the gathering of dark clouds
in the shimmering light of the sky.
The one-stringed ekatara
rings out
in rapid rhythm
keeping pace with a resonance divine,
and with such undivided mind
shall I realise
Your one-lined melody.
447
What more shall I tell You, Lord.
I have attained the formless jewel of my life.
My mind bathes in nectarial joy.
Cimmerian darkness has gone
and effulgence has come.
Infinite joy dances
in limitless melodies
and the last vestige of confusion has vanished.
In the ecstatic joy
of this sublime stance
my body and mind tremble
with horripilation
at the thought of You.
448
A jeweled lamp is lit
in a secret corner of my heart.
When You come
I shall make You seated there
with utmost care.
The pollen of my life
burns in that lamp
lit with the sweet charm of my heart.
I have gathered forest flowers
and arranged them in my mind.
My songs are tuned
to one ceaseless stream
of melody divine.
Night and day
I sing my songs to You.
You, who awaken me
through sound and thought
and meditation
in the deepest cavern of my heart.
449
You come in my mind
in every rhythm of my life.
You bless the very dust of the earth.
You colour the beautiful earth
bringing green to trees
sweet fragrant nectar to floral blooms.
You come in the softness of the heart
and in the melodies of the deepest caverns of mind.
Your nectarial flow
inundates the blissful earth
and in Your eternal game of divine melodies
and cadence of ecstatic dance
You weave Your formless beauty
through all her forms.
You flood her with an ocean of love
and the nectar of life's sweetness./
The ocean of Your love
abounds in bliss.
450
I was not aware
that He belongs to me
and me alone.
He attuned me
with utmost care
to melodies divine.
He was so near,
so very near
in rhythmic streams
of dance and song
which issued from the sweetness of my mind,
yet I was not informed,
I did not know before.
Now that He has gone,
I am alone
and in consuming pangs
of separation
I understand
how deeply
He had filled me with His love
with hope, with aspiration.
I understand these now,
I did not know before.
451
For You and You alone
have I filled my basket
with the choisest blooms --
tagar, jasmine, mogra, bokul,
malati, magnolia and rose.
Dew-soaked blooms,
honied blooms,
blooms drenched
in the deep love of the heart,
have I selected with utmost care
for fragrances rare and nectar divine.
Through Your woods and glades
in ecstatic rhythm and song
I danced in intoxicated joy
amidst countless floral blooms
filling my baskets
while the spring breeze played
through my flowing hair.
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Your woods and glades
are covered with countless blooms
intoxicated with rhythmic song and dance.
There have I joyously filled my baskets
in ecstatic abandon
while the spring breeze played
through my flowing hair.
452
You bathe in the ocean of formless beauty
and manifest the sweetness of beauteous forms.
You colour Your eyes with the dark collyrium
of systaltic waves of love.
You select the quintessence of sandal
and fill our hearts with joy.
You manifest as ambrosial wine
through Your wonder-filled eyes
through Your eyes full of compassion.
You steal our sins
and bestow virtue.
You pour forth the nectar of peace
through the blissful humming
of the black bees of mind.
453
Throughout the ages
in myriad ways
in myriad forms
I have loved You Lord
and You alone.
Have You forgotten
those sweet rare moments
of love intoxication?
What was a seed
is now a bud.
The mango tree
bursts into flower and fruit.
Sweet love
like a surging sea
breaks into a rising flowtide.
What was hidden in the depths of mind
is now scattered in woods and glades.
In the smiling flower grove
the buds of my mind
have blossomed
into beauteous floral blooms.
454
Enter my abode dear Lord
out of Your own unbounded grace.
I have spread a special place
superbly decorated
and lit with/lighted by a burning lamp.
In a hundred ways
my mind's sweet love
embraces You
and my longing heart
extends to You
an ovation royal.
No dark will ever touch
this, Your personal abode,
no shyness can destroy
its splendid floral bowers,
and the flame of the lamp
burns silently
for You alone.
My mind's sweet love
prances lithely
enticingly plays
in beautiful dreams
like timid forest deer.
My inner heart soars
to limitless domains
and my tears fall ceaselessly
to bathe Your lotus feet.
455
Those days of mine are forever gone
when You stayed by my side.
A garland of love
I offered
at the altar of love
with mogra and mognolia
in exuberant bloom,
but You chose to leave
to a distant land
and their petals
wither now.
The light of dawn still scintillates
in my love-filled mind.
Yet each day
from her neglected blooms
parched pollen
sorrowfully falls.
456
The Lord has come.
Melodies from afar
resonate the news
of His effulgence on this earth.
In floral fragrances
he comes,
His smile the radiance of pearls,
dancing like light on river waves
smiling in the mirror of my life
in the arbour (garden) of my heart.
He inundates
in a million, countless
frequent flashes of light
far flung nebulae and stars
with ambrosial love.
457
In Your mind I exist
all exist.
The earth
longing constantly for Your grace
dances in Your heart.
Flowers burst into bloom
at the faint touch
of Your dawn light.
Silently
gracefully
the joy-filled particles of my mind
move towards You.
You saturate with sweet consciousness
my colourful moments
and my lonely life
in anticipation of Your blissful touch
Your melodious rhythms
breaks into exuberant joy.
My attainments merge in Your cadence.
458
If I do not call,
You will not come of Your own accord.
While moving along Your path
can't You You stop a moment and stay?
My mind dances around You,
merging its colours in Yours.
You who have marked Your eyes
with dark collyrium,
don't You see the world around.
Inspired with the gentle touch
of the spring breeze,
in hypnotic spell,
my life rushes towards You.
Can't You understand
the longing of my heart?
458
If I call You not
You do not come.
Won't You stop a while?
Won't You stay?
Around You my mind dances
tinged with Your colour.
You of dark collyrium eyes,
don't You see the world around?
In the hypnotic spell
of the gentle spring breeze
my mind moves towards You.
You of dark collyrium eyes,
don't You know
the longing of my heart.
459
You entangle me in what play of Yours?
Every moment, Lord,
night and day
I try to forget You,
but I can't,
and I return again and again
on various pretexts
to garland You.
Inextricably linked
as a body and its shadow,
as minute particles in fusion with nucleic peers,
You have entwined Yourself in my heart
filling it with honey's sweet delight.
Wherever I look
I see You and You alone.
What is this game You play?
The longings of my life
spread far and wide,
throughout the skies,
their fragrance unchecked.
In the distant void
they float along
crying.
What do You want of my tears?
460
You came with love
colouring the distant skies.
You smiled
filling the firmament of my mind
with effulgent light.
You distinguished not
between others' and Your own.
You obliterated limitations.
You poured forth the nectar of life
quenching my parched throat.
In the midst of deep, silent darkness
You came
in the sway of effulgence
and exquisite beauty
and, with Your own hands,
smeared my eyes
with the collyrium of bhava*.
* blissful sweet ideation
461
Pray tell me
for whom do You wait
on this lonely shore.
I row my boat of forms
on the ocean of formlessness,
forgetting none.
Moving on is my eternal wont.
No one can fathom
this rowing of boats
on the stream of time
from beginninglessness to endlessness;
neither philosophy nor science
can trace
its starting or culminating point.
I never pause.
After a day's hard labour
comes fatigue.
All return to their respective abodes.
The tired traveller comes to the bank
in expectation of a boat.
I am ever ready with the boat.
I never delay;
I'm never late.
462
All around me
I feel
a fresh new breeze,
a new atmosphere --
decorated with new colour,
enlivened with new touch
tinged with new red hue.
Tell me, O tell me please,
has my Lord surely come or not?
On the hills,
in the glades,
a festival of flowers.
My time passes in ecstatic joYous dance.
My mind refuses to return home.
I wonder
who is this magician who has appeared.
I have tied my hair bun with woodapple
and swing earrings of fresh kalkey blooms.
With Him alone I'll go home today.
Without Him I'll not return.
463
My mind alone
knows what inner afflictions
lie secret, covered (coveted?) within.
Only in seclusion shall I sing them out,
if at all I wish them exposed.
In a crowd, whatever I sing
is not of my innermost heart.
In seclusion
only we two
listen to what is expressed.
The language of the heart is conveyed
to a heart alone,
it is not audible from without.
You exist and I exist;
there is no one else in this world.
464
In the rain night You came
with thunderous roar
inundating the world in torrential flows.
Mountain high piles of dirt and dross
no longer could stand Your tide.
Whither are those
who blackened the light of this earth,
who created walls of separation amongst human beings,
who battered tender hearts.
They polluted the fresh breeze with sin,
but now they have vanished.
465
Grace me O lord,
I love You from the core of my heart.
All directions are filled with light
like the bright honey moon
beyond a veil of blinding dark.
Come O Lord,
make my heart effulgent.
I wish to pour forth my overflowing life,
filled with cadance and melody,
illuminated with joYous rhythm.
Come, fill the earth with sweet song.
466
Night follows day
just as sorrows follow joy.
Your play of love and loss
is ceaseless.
I move on
in rhythmic song and dance,
in harmony with Your cadence.
Suddenly my steps miss a pace
and I slip behind.
O swift moving one,
I try to gather momentum
and move anew.
I pass my days of mirth
in the midst of radiant joy
then, suddenly, darkness descends;
I am overwhelmed
and cry in pain.
O Lord, You come
to wipe away my tears with love
and make my life effulgent.
467
The messenger of light arrives
dispelling the dark;
lethargic bonds are shattered
and prison walls succumb.
The inertness of a hundred eons
has vanished.
Clouds disappear
and light, forthwith,
spreads everywhere.
Those of You who are far
come nearer to Him;
remove the bondage of distance.
Come nearer still;
come, in a mirthful current of joy.
468
We are the blessed girls of the land of liberation,
singing and dancing on slopes and hills
beside sparkling fountains and streams.
We play and play the whole day long
with the flowers kadam and palash.
We play along the narrow lanes
lined with shady mohua trees.
Meandering on the forest paths
we weave garlands into our hair.
The forest deer rejoice to see
our blissful song and dance.
We are the blessed girls of the land of liberation.
We are the blessed girls of God.
469
If You don't come Lord
I will not speak to You.
I call You always
but I never get any reponse from You.
I love so much to see Your sweet smiling face.
Just Your momentary touch
and I'll surrender my all unto You.
Your sweet love is as blissful as a beautiful dream.
In that joYous state of intoxication
I wish ever to exist.
470
You are my Lord,
You are my dearest,
the jewel of everyone's eye.
You have awakened the world
steeped in blinding darkness
with melodies ever new.
You have poured forth blissful nectar
in floral beauty
and the sweet incense of life.
You have brought the light of hope
to faces fallen and dejected hearts.
You have inspired language
in despondent speechless mouths.
You have quenched,
with sweet water,
our thirst
and brought hope
for humanity to survive.
471
In secret
on a moonlit night
silently
You slipped into my floral garden.
The earth displayed gay decoration
of fruits and flowers
and heavenly nectar appeased my hunger.
You spread out Your touch of life
gracing the lifeless with life.
You poured forth the fragrance of Your heart
into the pollen and seed of all hearts.
For You, every particle of this universe
radiated light.
You vibrated the ectoplasm
with seven melodious notes.
You broke into a smile
in the decorated flower garden.
472
I know You do not want me
yet I wait and wait
and count time endlessly for You.
I have spread a holy seat
hoping that,
even absentmindedly,
You may come.
I have woven garlands
with the strings of my mind.
I have prepared sandal
and chua paste,
and honey;
the offering palate lies ready.
I wait and wait for You day and night.
I recall Your virtues,
Your noble qualities.
I am proud of Your glories.
I have decided
to surrender my everything
unto Your feet.
I sit by the roadside
awaiting Your advent.
473
You come
humming like a bee
to my floral sanctum.
You rap at the doors of my heart
to awaken my subtle mind.
You entrance me
with Your rosy lips
dyed crimson like the radiant dawn.
Your lithe, swift rhythms
arouse a swirling memory of joy.
Your blissful smile and sweet caress
render soft and tender
my arid heart.
Your bewitching gaze
overpowers my life with joy.
474
Please, dear sister in law,
I beseech You,
oblige me by accompanying me.
I promise to weave a garland for You.
Yellow kolke flowers and radiant cottontree
have bloomed in millions.
I can't stay indoors at such a time as this.
My mind dances excitedly to go to yonder forest.
Please come with me,
I can't go there alone.
Who is that magician who calls me from the forest?
My mind is restless to depart.
Please, dear sister in law,
have mercy on me.
Dancing let us go,
You just catch my hand.
475
Bring for me yellow marigold flowers
and golden champaka, please,
or I shall cry and cry
day and night;
my hair bun I'll neglect to tie.
My friends have all gone to market,
dancing through the open fields.
Neither You allowed me to go
nor did You bring flowers for me.
Hear me,
I will never light the stoves again
nor decorate my ears with rings.
I'm sure the god of truth
will dispense justice for this.
You simply give me pain and pain;
You couldn't bring a single flower for me.
476
Lord, this morning You came
in rhythmic steps
at the time of my visit to the forest.
As I was on my way
You came,
swooping down like a hawk,
catching hold of my hand.
The garland around my hair knot snapped,
my basket of kadamba flowers fell down.
Why do You come
without notice, uninformed?
Why, to show me the path which I already know?
With the magic of Your melody
my mind is intoxicated;
with the rhythmic cadence of Your dance
my mind is overjoyed.
Why do You lavish Your love on me?
I don't call You,
but You come
to flood me with joy.
477
What is this?
I see palmira fruits on sal trees
and incense resin on the trees of pal.
Has the Lord alighted on earth
from his original heavenly abode?
Whose penance has brought it about?
The Lord has assumed such a beauteous form.
I am speechless and simply stare at him.
I look and look on.
I can no longer bear my afflictions
yet I cannot bring him within my life.
I fear none;
I feel shy of no one.
I simply love him because He loves me.
My life dances in rhythmic ecstasy.
My mono-stringed chord plays a rapturous melody.
I will not return home.
I will move on to the forest.
I will stay with him alone.
478
Stars smile in the gold spangled sky.
With the stars I stay awake all night.
Gusty winds swish around
dashing me, at times, against the palash trees.
I like to fly alone
but alas I cannot.
Others have deserted me.
I look up to the sky,
to the shining stars.
I feel new light in life.
Drums beat all around.
People are dressed in gay apparel.
I want to laugh at Your showy dress.
Why do You forget all things?
Neither You allow me to go near You
nor do You allow me to go far.
Tell me, then, where I can go?
O Lord You are my only shelter now,
You in the eastern morning sky.
479
A flash flood came in the rivulet.
My heart is overjoyed.
Let us all move together, live together.
We do not fear anyone.
We dine together.
We join in common laughter.
We are all firm in ideological commitment.
When brothers fall apart, strength is undermined.
When sisters also fall apart, families lose happiness.
We will all live together,
bouyant with happpiness.
480
Inside my pining heart
the same melody resonates
from the lyre of my mind
day and night.
Come positively in my heart, O Lord.
In the depth of my mind
the same melody vibrates.
You are not far at all,
not far from me.
Whichever way I look,
in all my actions great undertakings,
I see You there.
Whichever way I look
under the impulse of my over-flowing vitality,
I see Your form, and no other form.
Come in my heart,
O Formless One.
Come in ever new forms
in dance and song.
481
You have equal love for all.
You work for all.
You take Your seat in every heart.
You fill all lives with sweetness.
You are like the festival of lights
in the deep dark night.
You come like streams of splashing water
in the scaulding summer heat.
You liberate many with Your unconditional grace.
You enter the minds of all and see them.
You never stop before any obstacle.
You steer the boat even through surging seas.
You open the eyes of all
with the collyrium of knowledge.
482
I observe Your sports, O Lord,
behind which You stand apart.
You bring the darkness of night,
and the festival of stars.
You delight our hearts
with the moon effusive smile
and give the gruelling heat of a summer's midday.
You bring excruciating pain
and the refreshing fragrance of bela and juin.
You offer a multi-floral garland of glorious hues
and a garden full of thorns
where it's difficult to walk,
then You bring roses in the morn.
How do You play so many sports alone?
483
On the day of union,
bathed in the rays of the morning sun,
no ill feeling lingered in my mind.
With the fragrance of flowers
and the smile of life,
all mental afflictions were removed.
The accumulated reactions,
good and bad,
of countless lives,
all vanished in a flash.
I have become Yours,
forgetting the past.
Only You exist
and I remain.
I attain You in exchange for my all.
By Your grace,
my attachments and infatuations are dispelled.
All my longings are now fulfilled.
484
For countless lifetimes
I have longed for You.
Now You have come and filled my life.
Many nights of mind have passed
with sleepless tearful eyes.
Now out of boundless grace
You come.
You have enkindled the lamp of my life
with Your own hands.
Verdent beauty returns to an arid desert.
An emaciated river swells with floodtide.
My shattered heart,
at Your tender touch,
now rejoices in vibrant song and dance.
485
We keep engaged in endless work.
Action is our survival.
We go to the forest dancing.
We return carrying logs.
Communities of honey bees
dwell in these groves.
The atmosphere is charged with joy
and whirls in a stormy dance.
Folk may speak against us
but we never lose our identity;
we always live in joy.
We have a deep affinity with the flowers.
We love them
and their pleasant peaceful environment
fills us with delight.
We are afraid of none.
We shy away from none.
We simply love all
and live close to God.
486
You never come close to me.
What is this love of Yours?
I love You so much
yet You do not come.
The fragrance of a flower
reminds me of You.
My heart's joYous laughter
fills me with Your presence.
You are the very pulse of my life.
My hopes revolve around You.
When I cannot attain You
I want to cry and cry.
You are the essence
of my life.
487
Tell me, please
why does the lotus not bloom
in winter's chill?
I cry for my Lord.
Why then is He so cruel,
refusing to visit my house?
Tell me why
is the river so dry
in the summer's scorching heat?
I call him earnestly,
I look towards him expectantly,
yet He remains (purposefully) aloof.
(Why?)
Tell me, please
why is the palash tree
bare of any fruit?
Why does that entity
for whom I take my birth,
for whom I perform all actions,
make me shed tears?
488
My heart overflows
devotion for You.
My mind recognises
no obstacles.
Life's bashful sweetness
revolves around You.
My existence is filled
with Your thoughts alone.
I look for You
in the crimson rays of the radiant sun
when warbling birds burst out in song.
They are Your creations.
You make hearts tremble.
You fill the world with colour and form.
When the evening sun
spreads red colour
to enliven the vast blue sky,
I rush towards You
in rhythmic dance and song.
489
A blackbee came
buzzing
in my mind,
and then,
where did it go?
My Lord came
in my house
to regale my heart.
Why didn't He remain seated there?
Morning and evening
on my way to the pond
I always look for him.
He has made me His own.
In all my duties,
in the house,
on the farm,
I think of him
and him alone.
He has taken my everything.
Now I will sit
to meditate
to bring him within my life,
whether He graces me to stay or no.
Now I will tell him
my tales of woe,
whether He bothers to listen or not.
490
Look!
The unknown traveller has come
to our land.
With exquisite beauty He has filled the earth.
On dry arid soil
he makes lotuses to bloom.
Prostrate before him!
The unknown traveller has come
to my house,
filling the air
with the fragrance of sandal,
gently caressing all
with His tender hands.
Sit down to meditate!
The unknown traveller has come
to my mind.
He filled the earth with infinite bliss
and showers His love equally on all.
491
With a radiance
that makes diamonds dim
You have entered my desolate heart.
You have truly come
in my empty heart --
silently,
in ever new forms,
in my empty and desolate heart.
What was beyond imagination
has now taken form.
Your nectarial greatness stretches limitlessly.
You bestow unconditional grace.
You break open the doors of dark prisons.
You pour forth Your radiance and
quench the thirst of all.
In an arid desert
You bring cool refreshing shade.
492
My friend,
I keep the house decorated for You.
You, who make me oblivious
of who is near and who is far.
Lilies smile
in the radiance of the moon.
Tears which drenched my heart
float in the mirror of my mind.
You have taught me of ever-effulgent love.
The gentle southern breeze floats off
to a far destination.
While wafting its fragrance
it distinguishes not
between the elated
and those who mourn.
My friend,
I have keep my house decorated for You.
You have made me realise
Your matchless glory.
493
In the flower garden
the black bee comes
buzzing.
All desire him
with the devotional love of their hearts.
At a glimpse of the Lord,
the overcast sky transforms to the colour of sandal,
the verdent earth is transported in joy.
Today all regained hope,
overcoming fear.
With hearts' doors flung open
to a flood of effulgence,
they break into joYous rhythmic dance and song.
494
With Your blissful ideation
my mind
intoxicated
casts aside
all obstacles.
I am determined to follow Your path.
At the end of the deep dark night
with the melody of dawn
I will be with You,
my life mingled in Your life.
I will never mention
life's fallen flowers.
The doors of my memory
stay open
and I will always call You, Lord.
Oblivious of everything
with open heart
I will meditate on You.
Sweet nectar of my heart,
dear friend of my life,
I shall mingle my life into You.
495
Please don't keep me far from You.
I want to be near You.
By mingling my melody
in Your vast cosmic melody
I survive somehow.
I pass my days on the river dunes
thinking of You.
Amidst numerous afflictions
I keep dancing
in the joy of existence.
The arid desert is burning;
the sky is burning with scorching heat,
so I long for the cool shadow
of Your verdent thought.
496
You have come in a new form.
We sing the glories of the ever new.
You have dispelled the darkness of my heart.
There's not the least vestige of blemishes/dark spots.
You are glittering in all minds,
everywhere --
in the mountains,
in the seas,
in the deep dense forests.
There is no other place
where we can forget the despondency
of attainment and non-attainment.
What was secret beyond the reach of mind,
there also You have extended Your hand.
There is no scope
to hide everything,
to suppress any inner thought.
497
The sun has arisen.
Darkness has vanished.
The sky has smiled
into the light of beauteous forms.
The heavy load of sorrows and humilations
of a hundred ages
has melted into that light.
The tidal waves
of the ocean of light
have emerged.
All inertness has been silently removed.
All blemishes have hidden their face.
To see Your divine sport.
O lord of effulgence.
The deep black curtain now merges into that light.
The balck cloud has become deep blue.
All injustice, all corruption
tremble in fear seeing that..
seeing that dazzling effulgence.
498
Folk song -- simple idea
Keep rushing towards the forest with jingle jangle.
Lets all move and run towards the forest.
In the forest there are countless kadamba flowers.
There are skupine (keya')
and night jasmine (shiuli) flowers.
There are also the bakul flowers.
We'll tie our hair buns with garlands
and also wear garland bangles
then we'll keep dancing around
in the temple of the Lord.
With the rhythmic beats of our dance
and the sweet melody of our songs,
our Lord will not remain far away.
We all humans, birds, animals together
bathe His holy feet with our tears.
499
Alas, I have no more time.
I have no more time.
Who are You, coming to me,
O merciful Lord,
at this late hour of my life?
The bakul flowers of my mind have dropped off.
The shefali flowers have fallen down.
The lamp of my mind on the lamp stand
is almost extinguished.
How do You come,
O merciful Lord,
so late in my life?
My friends have departed.
All the love of my life has also disappeared.
The blossoms of my hope have all withered.
Yet who are You, coming so late
with Your gentle smile
and sit beside me at this late hour?
O Lord of my mind!
500
I have threaded a garland
with those flowers
with which You have filled my flower basket.
The smile You have dropped on my heart
has removed all my sorrows.
All my hopes are centered around You,
all my expressions
want to express Your glory.
All my actions,
all my adornments
are all centered around Your sweet ideation.
There is sweet nectar
in the inner most cavity of my mind.
The pollens of my life are mixed with that nectar.
I have given my all,
in a basket decorated with all care.
I have kept nothing with me.
