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901-1000
901
O Lord,
how gracious have You been towards me
that You came, crossing the infinite ocean.
You honoured the meager living being,
by forgetting Your highest throne.
Yet, so many ages have since passed by,
many a star from the sky was lost.
Remembering Your pink feet,
I move on, crossing all obstructions.
Storms come to extinguish my lamp,
meteors try to burn my flowers,
and the cruel teeth of time
want to eat away all my sweetness.
902
O who is going there,
twisting the corner of my mind?
Igniting fire in the deep forest and hammering?
How many winter and spring nights have passed?
How many lovely mornings?
How many storms and thunders have passed,
making my burning eyes weep?
His image is there in the floral garden
and in the far sun of the sky.
For Him,
I tolerate hundreds of burns and tortures.
903
(usually sung on the morning birthday celebration of Ba'ba')
O Lord,
You came on a full moon day.
On that day,
the moon was playing hide and seek
with the clouds.
The far off galaxy in the sky appeared
as if drawn near by sandal paste.
It seemed as if a new swan had lost its path.
Many a moonlit night passed by.
The seat of my heart remained vacant.
Hearing the sound of Your footsteps,
my heart became filled with nectar,
and that same swan came again, recognising the path.
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When You came the moon was full.
It was playing hide and seek
with the shifting clouds.
The galaxies in the distant skies
appeared as Your artwork.
The newly arrived swan
lost its way.
You came and went away so many times,
but still my heart was empty.
Upon hearing Your footsteps
my heart became filled with joy.
The swan then found again its way.
904
O Lord,
You bestowed Your grace,
came into our fold,
and filled the world
with beauty and colour.
There is nothing outside You,
You have kept everything within Your mind.
You are the eternal creator,
the world remains illuminated by Your effulgence.
You continue playing Your divine game in each particle,
O eternal, beautiful embodiment of consciouness.
You love,
intoxicate the mind
and show Your absolute and true form.
In each leaf Your mark lies engraved.
The flowers sing Your glory.
You appear
in the thunder of clouds,
in the twang of bows
and in the tinkling of viin'a's (lyres).
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It was only by Your grace that You let Yourself be attained.
You filled the world with forms and songs.
Nothing is outside of You.
You kept everything within Your mind.
You filled the world with forms and songs.
You are the doer of everything that happens.
Your light illuminates the world.
Your cosmic play is expressed in every atom.
You are the embodiment of eternal beauty.
You have loved us,
You have inspired our minds,
You have shown Your real form.
Whatever we see on every leaf, is Your writing.
Your artistry graces every flower.
In the thunderous clouds,
in the drawing of the bow,
in the sound of the viina,
You have expressed Yourself.
905
You are the most beloved of all.
There is no comparison to You.
You love without cause,
bestowing immeasurable compassion.
Hiding in my mind,
You continue to do whatever You want.
You gave everything without asking,
today, You provided inspiration.
You shine in the sky of my heart.
You are the light of frustrated lives.
You are the bright blessing
on the path of my journey.
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You are everyone's most beloved.
There is no comparison to You.
You love without cause,
pouring out immeasurable compassion.
Hiding in the mind,
You continue doing whatever You want.
You have given all without being asked to.
Today, You provided inspiration.
You are shining in the sky of my heart.
You are the light for frustrated lives.
On this journey of mine,
You bestow bright blessings.
906
O Lord,
come to my home
and sit on the seat of my heart.
I created a solitary altar
and decorated it with flowers of love.
In my long comings and goings,
I have had neither rest nor leisure.
In expectation of You,
in which distant past
did the journey of my mind start?
On my forward movement, each moment,
tiredness overcomes my body and mind.
Kindly pardon my fatigue,
by bestowing on me
a wee bit of Your grace.
907
O Lord,
I know You,
I know You only.
I know that I was with You,
that I am with You
and that I shall ever remain with You.
This is my firm opinion.
From how many attractions of ma'ya',
was I freed?
Who knows unto what
I had been heading,
rushing through rivers and forests?
In the corner of mind,
in solitary isolation,
I keep singing Your song.
Since the time of sunrise,
I remain engrossed
in a stream of dream.
I steer my boat with firm hands.
I remember Your ideal message
as the means on my journey.
908
O Lord,
calling You each and every moment,
my days go by.
I get no response from You.
Blooming flowers have gone waste.
The honey of my love has dried up.
The fragrance of my heart is lost,
for, my honeybee did not come.
With its rise,
the northern wind
awakens shivering in my being.
Why did the southern wind not arrive too?
My waiting continues throughout moonlit nights.
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O Lord,
calling You every moment,
my days are passing by.
I do not get any response from You.
My blooming flower has become waste,
the honey of my love has dried up.
The fragrance of my heart is lost,
for, the honeybee did not come.
The blow of the northern wind awakens shivering in my being.
Why does the southern wind did not arrive thereafter?
My waiting continues through moonlit nights.
909
My everclosest companion
was near me in dream.
He went away, saying He would return,
but He did not yet come back.
That distant friend had taken away only,
without giving anything in return.
Whatever honey was inside my mind,
He took it away all.
The lamp of hope that He gave me,
was it but a mere delusion?
Remembering that,
my heart gets agitated even today.
Who knows whether He loves me or not,
whether He comes to me or not?
I may stop loving Him,
I may stop talking to Him,
but I am unable to forget Him.
He was in dream,
and went away with the assurance of again returning.
But that effulgent entity did not come.
910
In a gentle sweet breeze,
on a crimson coloured morning,
what melody came about floating?
Marked dark on radiating gold,
with the tinkling of ankle bells,
what a delusive game has this been?
My once lethargic life
now rushes on in hundreds of directions
and my rhythmic song is filled with ideation.
On the dust of the earth,
heavenly nectar flows,
calling me from even far off distances.
By that call,
the beautiful ladies in the house
open the door
and, witnessing the external beauty,
lose themselves.
Even the calm forest
resonates with chirping birds,
that sing Your name and song.
911
O dear companion,
come to my village
that lies beyond the suvarn'areka' river.
When walking along the sea side
through sand heaps,
the sun rises,
colouring the sky and the sea.
It awakens colours within my mind
and provides infinite joy.
In the groves of almonds and cashew nuts,
colourful birds ever dance.
The rivereagle flies far off.
The boatman releases his boat
into the river current.
He rushes towards the sea,
forgetting all his worries.
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O my dearest friend,
come to my village
on the banks of the Suvarnarekha river,
come to that river.
The path leads across the dunes by the sea.
When the sun rises there,
the sky and the sea bloom with colour.
That colour awakens my mind
and gives me infinite pleasure.
In the cashew nut orchard
the coloured birds always dance.
The hawks fly over to unknown places.
The sailor starts his journey
Hearing the far song of the rivers current.
He moves towards the sea
without any other thought in mind.
912
O Lord,
You came in the sandal breeze,
spreading beauty.
You smiled in the mango buds
and responded with the red hue
of the kinshuk flower.
You poured warmth
into the flow that,
due to the formation of ice,
had become stagnant.
You filled its whole body.
Into the decorations
of tender new leaves and soft buds,
You poured uncalled heavenly nectar
as well as a breeze,
fragrant with honey from the bees
in the kanakcampa' and kacana'r flower garden.
The vibrant firmament of mind
now is mixed with sweetness
and heavenly enchanting colours.
913
Day and night tears flow from my eyes,
O Lord,
for You, only for You.
I never loved You
but You loved me so much, why my Lord?
Filled with the morning hue,
my mind remains much astonished.
In the intense summer heat,
blessing me,
You provide soothing sandalwood paste ointment
on my burns.
I survive for You only,
and therefore
I constantly look at You.
When the dark clouds
perform their dance of destruction,
quiver arises in the rhythm of life.
In it also, I hear Your voice
and my heart resonates anew.
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Day and night tears are flowing from my eyes,
O Lord, for You, only for You.
I have never loved You, yet You loved me so much,
why my Lord?
Filled with the morning hue,
my mind remains astonished.
This soothing sandalwood paste ointment on my burns
from the intense summer heat
is Your blessing.
I am surviving for You only,
that is why I look at You time and again.
When the dark clouds perform dances of destruction,
quiver arises in the rhythm of life.
In it also I hear Your voice,
in the resonance of my heart.
914
O Lord,
exhausting the entire sweetness of my heart,
I offer myself to You.
Whatever was good,
I offered.
All agonies,
I sustained on my head.
Come once smiling sweetly,
holding Your enchanting flute on Your lips.
The essence of all life is Your grace.
Your overwhelming and unlimited glory
remains ever filled with love.
I cannot understand,
nobody knows,
why Your melody keeps playing in hearts.
Why there is a rush unto Your ideation
with all earnestness held in eyes.
All the essence of my nectar,
I pour out unto You.
915
O Lord,
You came as embodiment of song
on an pitch dark night.
The sky was full of stars,
sweetly smiling,
full of drops.
I loved that song
and floated into its stream.
Intoxicating heaven and hell,
I attained You,
O embodiment of consciousness.
I attained You
in the life that pertained to the song.
With the love and colour of its rhythm
I became coloured,
O embodiment of the world.
916
O Lord,
I searched You all over again and again.
Where are You and how far away?
Over the smiling blue lotus bud,
the bee gently hovers.
The sandal breeze brings sonance
when it touches the tender leaves.
Hot sparks of illumination
appear in the heavens.
I want Your sweetness
to fill my heart,
in hundreds of flows,
hundreds of times.
With this desire I have been moving on for ages,
carrying the lamp of hope,
without losing patience.
You are the ancient and the new.
Bestow Your grace upon me for a moment.
917
O Lord,
having loved You,
how is it possible for me to forget You?
All my hopes and love
float adrift, remembering You.
In my garden,
they are not mere flowers
but Your expression.
The nectar of their nucleus
is meant for You only.
In the firmament of my heart
I observed You as my moon.
In its pleasing moonlight
I found only You.
918
O formless Lord,
I attained You in the forms
of Your divine game.
You appeared in my mind
with enchanting adornments.
Your game oscillates with light and shade,
both outside and inside,
in numerous colours.
Amidst this festival of colours,
why do You lie alone this morning?
Come to my home,
I have kept its door open.
Your path is rainbow coloured,
Your speeding cart keeps advancing.
There is no chance for anyone
to stay back, cry or slow down.
You across all places within Your mind.
You entered into my mind
with sweetness absorbed beauty.
919
In Your name and song,
I lost my mind.
No more anxieties nor worries persist.
I move along Your path,
with the crimson glow of the horizon at dawn.
You overtook my mind
and filled it with mysteriously sweet melodies.
My restless eyes became transfixed,
and merged in Your form.
I have left my earthly home
and became a speechless wanderer.
My home now spreads across the universe.
Today, the boat of my life has set sail
on the waves Your song.
It floats on
in the shimmering light
of this fullmoon night.
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In Your name, in Your song,
I have lost myself.
My mind no longer recognises obstacles.
I am constantly treading Your path.
In the red crimson dawn,
You have taken Your seat in my mind,
filling it with an unknown melody.
My restless eyes are fixed on You,
intoxicated with Your beauteous, colourful form.
My mind, freed from all attachment,
remains speechless,
and spreads forth in all directions.
Today, I row my boat
in the flood tide of love songs,
on a moonlit night,
filled with of nectar,
shedding its radiance,
and enchanting my mind.
920
Dropped leaves cry in the forest
and arouse pain in my mind.
Memories of those bygone days
come secretly.
To remain oblivious is not forgetting.
This fact is known to all.
The tune that resounded is immortal.
This is accepted by all.
The sweetness that lay in my mind,
the friend who entered my heart,
the moon that smiled...
all linger on in the recess of memory.
921
O Lord,
You came to my home,
untimely,
as if forgetting Your path.
What illusion did You create,
weaving the web of ma'ya'
with golden threads!
Today, the song of infinity
floats in honey.
It flows into the ears of limitations,
calling forth their nectar.
Why did You engender
a mutual acquaintance
between the limited and the unlimited?
Today, the fragrance of melody
rushes through an unnamed craft.
Its impulse, since ages unknown,
remains ever intoxicated.
This mutual knowing and hearing,
taking and giving of hearts
moves along the banks of the ocean of forms.
922
O Lord,
You are the gem of the deep sea,
and the illumination of the dark night.
Even though I may not know nor recognise You,
I still love You.
You bring tides of hope into my mind,
that break my heart in disappoinment.
Day and night You enter into my heart,
pouring into it heaps of nectar of gratification.
I do not want anything from You.
The wee bit of Your grace is already there.
Whatever You gave me is plentiful.
Simply continue commanding the work.
923
O Lord,
You came through the stream of light,
from within the origin of bliss,
filling ideation into each pore
and removing the foggy darkness.
During my pitchdark night,
selflessly and with silent hands,
You handed over to me the lamp of hope,
that I may smilingly move ahead on the path.
I did not forget that narrative memory,
the song sung on my internal viin'a'.
Your love extends to both individuals and the collective,
and sings an ever new melody.
924
The Lord announces:
"By the force of the stream of my song,
I sailed the golden boat.
Who amongst You wish to go with me?
Quickly come forward!
My boat does not halt at all the quays
and all are not allowed on it either.
Those who want the shelter of a singular choice,
I call full throated.
I am both oarsman and steersman of the boat,
I pull the rope that will move the boat.
I know well how to measure the depth.
Why do not You try me?"
925
O, in golden mornings,
and illuminated nights
on the dreamland banks of the river Ajay,
my days pass by.
This river came dancing down
from the mountain through the planes.
After descending from the Chakai hill,
it dances in the tune of HinuglaKunur
and flows on towards the eastern part of the country.
Then, passing through the red soil of Virbhum,
and the greeneries of the villages of Vardhaman,
it touches the cool heart of the border of Nadia.
The land, which preserves the dust
of the footsteps of KAVIGURU,
Ravindra Nath Tagore,
is filled with the fragrance
of Nagakeshar in sweet beauty.
O river,
I love you.
You are the light of my hope.
Your effulgence lies reflected on golden sands.
926
O Lord,
how do smiles and fragrances
come floating into flowers?
They enter the enchanting flute of bygone days
and the sweet moonlight of winter nights.
Under such environment,
if You do not want to come
and stay with me,
Your wish,
but do not show Your love from a distance.
Just appear in my dreams
and talk, saying that You love me.
Your play with me is eternal.
This divine sport
is also embedded in Your web of ma'ya'.
In that liila'
I cry, laugh and worry.
My heart is overwhelmed by Your love.
927
O Lord,
come gently onto my mental lotus.
I kept everything arranged and decorated
to welcome You.
O bandhu, I brought floral honey
and poured it into my pot.
Into my mental pollen,
pure nectar was filled.
O Lord,
amidst all these,
come quickly for a moment at least.
My heart remains absorbed with heavenly nectar
and is covered with pollen.
My eyes are filled with many a tear, as is the sea.
Stay forever!
My mind remains filled with You only.
928
O Lord,
our mutual introduction
took place only one or two ages ago.
Remaining oblivious
and forgetting forever
are not the same thing.
In the eastern sky,
in the crimson hue
when, with a smile, You appear,
Your effulgence awakens unbound love
in the core of my heart.
With attentive ears and anxious eyes
I become absorbed in Your ideation.
In that absorbed state,
I exchange my heart with Yours.
When my mind stuff is restless,
it feels both pain and pleasure,
and my calm and illuminated heart
sings of Your victory.
929
O Lord,
come into my mind
and settle there.
Do not play Your illusive game
with my mind.
I love You.
Do not push me away amidst fear.
Your smile exists in my eyes;
Your song floats adrift into my memories.
With more love and melody,
make me forget all my tortures.
O my lost bandhu,
You are the light in my dark night.
With more and more melody
awaken a new enchantment
and bring fulfillment to this world.
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Come into my heart,
sit in my heart,
do not play Your liila (illusive game) with it.
You alone do I love,
please do not fill me with fear.
Your smile,
the look of Your eyes,
Your song
flood my memory.
Your eternal music and attraction,
make me forget all anguish.
You are the true Bandhu (friend)
of the underprivileged,
You are the light in the dark night,
Your notes charm the universe,
in ever new music.
930
O Lord,
I threaded a floral garland for You
and decorated my flooring.
For You, I have been waiting.
All my thoughts are confined to You only.
I brought flowers,
created songs,
spread the seat for You in my mind.
I decorated Your altar with my mental lamp,
and became engrossed in Your name.
I am Yours but You are for all.
Becoming aware of this fact,
my mind darkens.
My days pass by,
awaiting You,
weaving webs of hope and despair.
931
What is my mental viin'a' saying today?
In the sweet bliss of each rhythm
and in nectar filled and tingling tunes,
it remains engrossed.
How much touch of hands did it get?
How many experiences?
In how many ways did it speak?
Due to its fainting
there has been no occasion for shivering.
The one whom I see in my mental mirror,
is also found in mental fragrance.
He is beyond thought, place and time,
I keep calling Him, playing my viin'a'.
932
O Unseen Lord,
I am bound by limitations,
so take me beyond all limitations.
O nonattributional entity
beyond time, place and quality (gun'a),
bestow on me a wee bit of Your grace.
You restore the once lost
sweet fragrance of flowers.
Pulling me towards You,
You immerse me in a flow of sweetest nectar.
I surrender to You,
not knowing anything other than You.
In the firmament of my heart,
I remain ever awake for You.
933
O Lord,
come into my heart,
removing the darkness of inertia.
On Your effulgent path,
I am alone.
I do not want to remain
covered with darkness.
Come on Your own
and, with Your own hands,
remove my darkness.
Your effulgent cart moves forward,
taking those under the influence of ma'ya' above it.
Along with others,
take me too,
bathing in the flow of effulgence,
and wiping out the soot of inertia.
934
O Lord,
the lamp of my mind became extinguished,
now come with a kindling stick.
The flower of my heart withered away,
now bloom a new flower.
The strings of the viin'a' of my heart are broken,
I wish to place new ones on it.
The diamond pendant of my neckless is lost,
I am unable to search for a new one.
Carrying a picture of disappontment,
I stand in front of You.
The stream of my feelings flows on,
sometimes down, sometimes up.
This true story and hostory of my core,
You know well.
I cannot forget You at any time.
You kindle Your light high always,
and extend Your feet at both places.
935
O Lord,
You came,
and, without speaking a word,
won my heart.
You took away my all.
I searched You in the external world.
You kept my inner world illuminated.
As is the heavenly beauty of the dust of Your feet,
the whole cosmos is but the product of Your thought.
You smile, love and grant everything,
even unknowingly.
You are the vast entity
that remains firmly established in the world,
as is the pure sweetness
that lies absorbed in a song of love.
You know and understand,
and nonetheless,
without consideration of merits and demerits,
You shower Your grace upon me.
936
O Lord,
tell me, tell me,
why did You come,
undergoing so much pain?
The dark night was filled with clouds,
and, on the top of that,
the path was slippery.
Your footmark is carefully preserved
on the path
on which You secretly came.
The dust of that path
dances with quiver even today,
in remembrance of Your arrival.
What for did You come,
bestowing Your grace upon me?
Days pass by, months pass by,
everything passes by.
Those who come,
again leave on muddy earth.
Only their memory remains in the jewel of mind,
and that gem shines around You.
That is why, I hold You,
extending both my arms.
937
O Lord,
I love You heart and soul,
I love You wholeheartedly.
In moonlit nights,
in dark nights,
in pain and in pleasure,
I remember You.
My mind drifts off into the far sky,
where Your image appears.
It surrounds me
in the blue colour of the sky,
in forestpaths and in waterfalls,
even in the mirage of forests,
in the hot sand,
in the soothing sandal breeze
and in soft hairs.
Amidst it all,
I search You. Kindly come close,
come still closer.
938
When the first companion came into my life,
that day I have forgotten today.
At that time the garden was full of flowers
and the moon was smiling without shyness.
The sandal breeze came
and whispered into my ears that the friend
who had come knows deception.
Today He would love
and tomorrow that Lord of my mind
would not come,
smiling from a distance only.
On that removed dust of the feet,
the sweetness of mind spreads day and night.
That stealer of mind
in the mental mirror
I search ignoring shyness.
939
The charioteer of light
comes through a series of glows.
Onto what does He look
and with what expectation?
With the assurance of love
and with the sweet exhalation of His warm vivacity
He melted the ice that lay condensed.
Filling the golden vessel with nectar,
my flooded heart rushes unto an assembly of mirages.
Providing warmth to all,
He continues loving.
940
O Lord,
You are the fragrance of all flowers
and the illumination of all hearts.
Colouring the eastern sky
with crimson colours,
You pour nectar into it.
Your rhythm never shows fatigue
and Your beats never slows down while moving.
The way You were,
continues to be so,
and will remain like that in future.
You are the sweetness of my mental garden.
You fill my pot
with the yamuna' stream of Your illusive game.
O intuition fuelled and effulgent Purus'a,
Your light destroys all darkness!
941
This morning,
my closed home became filled with light.
Tell me, who did so?
How was darkness replaced by illumination?
Who gave a jerk
to the sky,
to the air, to the twinkling stars,
present both inside and outside,
to their matchless smile?
I shall respond to that.
Those who were far away were drawn close.
Amongst them,
with all activity,
I shall stay in the world
and shall attract the distant ones
close and closer with love.
942
O Lord,
You are the ray of my hope,
You are the lamp of my life.
You know what love means.
You are the fragrant niipa flower of rainy nights.
On this pauseless movement,
You are ever with me.
In my dance of joy,
in my pain,
in my agony
and in my tears,
You remain with me
like a golden dot on my forehead.
All know and accept
that Your love is mutually reversible.
943
O Lord,
why are You so unkind?
Despite much calling,
You do not come.
Why has Your heart become so hard,
I have never seen anyone like that.
In how many nights
tears have come to my eyes?
Waiting for You,
my lamps became extinguished.
You are my only friend in this lost life of mine.
But You knowingly ignore this fact.
If You do not want to be attained,
why do You bestow hope on me,
O eternal being?
You flow the river of love in a reverse direction,
You smile from a distance only
and You do not talk.
944
O Lord,
I love You
through each atom of my existence.
I want to love You more and more.
On this dry rainy season evening,
my eyes continuously rain tears.
The night queen flower cries,
its pollen having silently withered away.
Pardon my fault
and come with a sweet smile.
A dark patch of clouds
floats in the sky.
Stars shine within my mind.
The pollen of the ketakii flower
floats in the air.
And yet, in all my actions,
I turn indifferent.
Come and understand my mental agony,
This will provide me with all joy.
945
Why did the bee come buzzing into my garden?
The floral pollen awaits Him day and night.
O dear brother,
honey lies covered within buds.
Opening petals,
lifting their cover,
bring love filled light.
In eager expectation
my time has been passing by for ages.
My restless heart, in silent language,
counts time,
looking onto the path You would arrive on.
946
O Lord,
come to my home,
I love You.
Listen to my inner agony,
I survive for You only.
You are the beacon in the dark path
and the warmth of the broken hearted.
You are the neat and shining
sandal paste mark on my forehead.
You are the joy of resumption that occurs after loss.
I have known You.
Come close into my heart.
I kept my honey filled in it.
947
O Lord,
I did not call You,
You came Yourself,
bestowing Your grace upon me.
I was not ready;
You spread Your seat with Your own hands.
The floral garland could not be threaded;
The melody of songs could not be rehearsed.
The welcome decoration mark on the door
could not be engraved on the lines of a love story.
The white sandal could not be pulverised.
The colouring of Your altar could not be finished.
The marking on the forehead could not be made;
I had not kindled my lamp either.
948
O Lord,
I have been loving You since many an age,
in numerous ways and styles.
I have remained bound by many a bondage.
Collecting all the sweetness of my mind,
I decorated my eyes with the mark of love.
I await You every moment,
looking on the path of Your arrival,
with expectation
and a smile on my lips.
On my chignon,
I have kept tied a well rehearsed heavenly song.
Dancing to the mandiira rhythm,
I remain standing beside the path.
949
O Lord,
taking me with You,
what a heavenly sweetness
have You filled the river of my heart with?
To which Mathura'
did the vibrating love of this Yamuna river,
the white and heavenly mark on my eyes,
amidst a joyful heart,
in ever new adornments,
arrive like a king?
You diminished the earth and the heaven,
to fit into the vibrating firmament of my heart.
You poured forth a flow of nectar.
At the pull of Your enchanting flute,
with a heavenly song,
You have today made me Your own.
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To which celestial world have You brought me,
filling my heart's Jamuna river with blissful sweetness?
The Jamuna flow of love is boundless.
My eyelids are brightned by the light of Your sight.
My heart enjoys Your endless liila (sport).
You came as king of Mathura,
pouring forth a Jamunalike flow of love.
You have rendered the earth and heaven insignificant.
Into the vibrations of my heart,
You have poured out nectar.
With the charming melody of Your flute
and a heavenly song,
You have made me Your own.
950
O Lord,
all want to move along Your path,
all are tied to Your mind.
All rhythms and songs surround You,
attaining perfection by Your tune.
What misery I cannot forget that love.
The story of Your love remains fixed in my mind.
Even should You bring about
the fire of thunder and lightning,
my determination filled heart
will still sing Your song.
The unblinking look at Your clean beauty...
What a world of imagination have You created,
O my Lord!
951
Why did the bee come buzzing
into my floral garden?
Tell me.
What did it declare
before taking away all honey,
uncovering the petals?
Why, alas?
What a torture!
Why was there honey in the flower?
Where from did it come?
Why did it call the bee?
Why did it think so?
At the arrival of the bee,
the flower smiles with the desire of exchange.
All honey gathers together
and becomes available at one place.
Thus is the woven web
of the singular entity's divine game (liila').
952
O Lord,
You came,
poured sweetness on me,
and illuminated my heart.
You smiled softly,
opened my eyes,
and removed my agony.
My love knows You
and my songs are meant to attract You.
My memory whispers into my ears
that You have not forgotten me.
The flower given by You
beautifies my chignon even today.
The nights make me restless even today.
Taking the tune of separation,
I sing from the core of my being,
hoping You might still listen.
953
O Lord,
I kept awake for You.
There is no sleep in my closed eyes.
I have only one desire.
Why do not You fulfill it?
Why be so miser with me?
The whole earth, sky and air
sing the song of Your glory.
The pollen in flowers
are full of fragrance.
Each particle radiates Your light,
even inside the core of my mind.
The sweet smile of the stars
and the light of the moon,
with lively rays,
appear all good.
In this environment,
pour more nectar in abundance,
with Your feet,
with the touch of a sandal fragrance absorbed breeze.
954
O Lord,
this love of Yours merges
one into the infinite.
Appearing in the mirror of time,
it does not come into our fold.
From the world of forms to a formless world,
it passes through rhythms, songs and melody.
From which world it came
and where to it floats away remains unknown.
O companion from time immemorial,
continue providing sweetness to my life.
Without expecting anything in return,
You smile Your heavenly smile inside my heart.
Whatever events in the three worlds
have happened,
are happening at this very moment now
or are yet to take place,
the vibration of it all keeps glowing in Your mind.
955
O Lord,
You appeared majestically in my mind.
What kind of love is this?
My false vanity was powdered down
and blown into dust,
within the fraction of a moment.
In the external world,
You do not respond.
Yet, You stir the life sitting within it.
In Your ideation my ego dissolves.
You came at last
and became caught with an enchanting smile.
The golden creeper of my aspiration swung vividly,
shaken by the restless wind.
On it, flowers bloomed by Your touch,
after long awaiting.
956
O Lord,
You came on an illuminated night
and ignited light in my dark mind.
You removed the dark fog
and made me good within moments.
My heart was deep black,
but became intensely bright,
shining with golden effulgence.
By soft touch,
You made me Your own,
part by part.
O unseen, spotless one,
You are dear, pleasant and reverred.
You absorbed all in sweetness
and filled bliss into the blue sky.
957
Who are You waiting for,
dressed with a tied chignon
and holding a threaded garland?
Which stealer of mind,
having loved and won Your heart,
went ever so far away?
In this heavy rain,
on what confidence,
did You decide to become drenched,
carrying a full load?
Who is that ever new one
who made You restless in this world?
Under what pull
did You smilingly keep floating in the stream
unto an effulgent world?
Who is that tranquil entity,
active in the divine game
who pulled You unto a world of sweetness?
958
O Lord,
tell me,
losing Your way,
by whose attraction,
did You come today?
You remained seated on Your throne,
in a far distant heavenly abode,
ignoring and neglecting me.
How is it possible for You
to perform this divine game
when even after listening to me
and knowing me,
You do not respond?
Do You think that even without Your reply,
I shall float in a song of love?
Within myself,
I shall speak into Your ears
and tell You all about it.
959
He entered into the sweet world of my heart,
illuminating everything by an unknown melody.
The one who I always desired
in my mental mirror,
came into my fold,
and enchanted my mind.
Today,
all the rhythms and tunes inside me,
all the mornings, so full of hopes
and all the sweet nights,
in one sonance,
at the call of one, with a singular aim
play on my ekta'ra' (monochord).
All the forest are filled with sandalwood fragrance,
and the all flowers carry fragrance.
Pouring nectar into the dance and rhythm
of the singular entity,
they keep singing His ever living song.
960
O Lord,
You entered my heart.
You filled this dejected home of mine
with rays of hope.
Whatever lay covered with darkness
became engulfed in light.
Why then do You keep me bound
within limitedness?
The pollen that was covered with petals
became absorbed in sweet love.
So what imperfection is there left
in this exchange of consciousness?
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You came in my heart and filled it with hope,
You filled with hope my house of hopelessness.
That which was covered by darkness,
became mixed with effulgence.
Why then have You bound me
in the periphery of the finite?
That which was covered by petals,
that honey was full of love.
Then what else still remains
in this exchange of consciousness?
961
(complaint /grudge /abhima'n)
O Lord,
if by chance,
during one of Your leisure periods,
You think of me,
forget that anytime I loved You.
For You,
expecting Your arrival on the golden chariot,
I had tied my chignon
and threaded a garland.
But, today,
like a serpent devoid of its jewel,
I cry in pain.
You forgot that on several bright mornings,
I had picked up flowers to decorate You.
Now, all my sweetness became lost beyond limits,
it vanished into the sky.
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If in an idle moment You ever thought of me,
please forget that memory.
Please, forget that I ever loved You.
It was for You that I braided my hair and wove a garland
But today like a serpent devoid of its jewel,
I am burning in agony.
I have descended from that golden chariot.
Please forget on how many red dawns
I picked flowers to adorn You.
Today all the sweetness is lost
and fled beyond the void.
Explanation: A poetic / mythological allegory for the soul.
A serpent with a jewel in its crown symbolizes
the unit mind and its soul.
The golden chariot symbolizes the hiranmaya
kos'a, the sublest layer of mind.
962
The Lord announces:
"I am not a thorn on Your path
but rather a fragrance filled flower.
I am not an undesirable load,
but swing and dance joyfully.
I am the pleasant memory of bygone days,
and the sweet song to a lost heart.
I am the sweetness absorbed flower
that onced you loved.
I come from eternity and go to eternity.
My path knows no limits.
I have come,
I will come,
I offer love
and rectify all defects.
963
O Lord,
I shall sing songs for You,
just look at me.
Pour heavenly sweetness
on my mental flowers.
With the touch of the love
of all those who love You,
who cry and laugh for You.
I create my songs.
My songs are full of heartfelt hope
and effulgent light.
They fly afar,
spreading their wings,
dancing and shining,
and overcoming all obstructions.
964
Whose effulgence appears in the sky?
Who remains ever alert in my mind?
Who comes into my garden,
colouring it with festive colours?
The bee came
and whispered into my ear
that I am considered.
During this colourful breeze of spring,
in what colour should You colour my mind?
By spreading light from the moon,
while spreading His wings,
He says with a sweet smile:
"Come and move towards the heavenly garden."
965
O Lord,
at whose call did You come?
You appeared in heaven and hell,
in the depth of my mind
and in the far blue sky.
You also entered forests,
gardens,
the air,
water,
atoms
and each and every recess.
Your presence was felt
even in hot sands
and green, beautiful and smiling trees.
You were on white, icepeaked mountains
that spread beyond sight.
966
O Lord,
bathing in the fountain of effulgence,
You came.
I was smeared with the dirt of degradation;
You lifted me up, holding my hand.
I forget You during happy days
and call You when in trouble.
I take the pleasures of achivement
and give You the heaps of my sins.
I never looked at Your feet
but You still took care of me.
I have always thought of myself first,
and never thought of You.
I kept flowing in the stream of selfishness,
never performing proper actions.
I only talked and talked
without implementing policies in my own life.
And yet, You brought me onto the proper path.
967
For Him,
my heart has become extremely restless today.
I sit by the path He would arrive on, waiting.
Looking at the line of lightning
amidst the darkness of clouds,
when the peacock spreads its tail,
then, in expectation of the immediate arrival
of my dear companion,
my mind and heart shiver with thrill.
Many a winter went away through the door,
many a spring silently moved away.
many a garland of hope dried and withered.
After such along time
He finally came, listening to my call.
968
Today,
O human brothers,
let us move together.
I extend my invitation to all.
Humanity is immersed in dirt.
The devils are crushing it.
Come shoulder to shoulder
with joined hands.
We want to move forward.
The pollen of flowers
have become mixed with dust
and the moonlight too is polluted.
Come to oar the boat
with strong hands
and move on,
struggling against obstacles.
969
In the ocean of effulgence,
who kindled the lamp
that was bound by limitations?
In the all pervading cosmos,
why did this meagre "I" feeling appear?
In the intoxicating sweet night,
who did smile gently?
Which great entity pulled all
towards the singular source,
making them oblivious of everything else?
In the sound of the great cosmos,
who brought about the chirping of birds?
Breaking the walls of all obstacles,
whose love coloured my mind?
970
I came by Your grace.
In Your song,
in Your contemplation,
in Your work,
my life finds fulfillment.
The winter evenings,
the beauty of the shiuli (jasmine) flowers,
the silent language of the rain niip trees
all long for You,
speaking in dreamland melodies.
The cold wind of autumn,
the liveliness of spring
all uplift my heart,
and make it tremble in awe.
971
O Lord,
for whom is meant
Your enchanting flute?
For whom is meant
Your world charming smile?
Why are they?
Tell me.
What takes place in Your mind?
Why is it not known?
Why place such ignorance on us?
Why this illusion?
No one knows today
about the flower
that is to bloom tomorrow.
Why this secrecy?
I request You to open Your mouth
and speak to me.
972
Today,
the supreme embodiment of the cosmic sound,
in intense rhythm and dance,
fills the moist breeze
with the fragrance of the ketakii flower.
In the influence of rhythm,
the fragrant pollen comes floating about,
creating a delusive dream.
Originating from an unknown inspiration,
the peacock of mind dances in the river of joy.
All are impulsively dancing in rhythm,
dancing to the tune of emotions.
Today,
the earth became frenzied by the northern wind,
bound by an unknown attraction of love.
Who is that stealer of mind
who secretly trapped me in the web of delusion?
973
O Lord,
I shall move along an auspicious path.
In all my thoughts, words and actions,
I shall remember You.
You granted me energy, intellect
and capacity to work.
I shall utilize all opportunities of action
for the attainment of Your resolve.
On each atom of this body,
day and night,
You pour sweetness.
At all times,
I shall keep my mind attached to Yours.
974
O Lord,
this universal divine game of Yours,
pulls the distant ones close.
With the sweet juice of love,
it soaks and absorbs all.
Knowingly or unknowingly,
accepting or without accepting it,
a permanent abode is secretly kept for You
in the recess of each heart.
You are the beloved of all.
You are everyone's own.
Even the distant ones
are close to You in mind.
When thinking of You,
the mind loses itself and merges in You.
975
O Lord,
I love You only,
I talk about You only.
I move on Your path,
there is no other but You.
Your effulgence radiates
amidst the moonlight and the stars.
In the recess of my heart,
day and night,
I beg for Your love.
All are within Your mind,
crying in pain
and dancing in pleasure.
In the impulse of Your energy,
I keep singing Your song.
976
O Lord,
You are the nucleus gem of all hearts
and the fragrance of the heavenly flower pa'rija't.
If You had come into my heart,
I would have been filled with joy.
Why are You not to be attained?
You love but do not talk.
On all twelve months,
at all times,
You remain engaged
in creation, existence and destruction.
You spread the fire of melody
into each forest
and fill love into each mind.
O eternal traveler,
You are the warm breath of my respiration.
977
The sky and the air are full of colours.
Tell me, who brought about these colours?
Crushing the dark prisons of mind,
let us move forward today.
Looking back,
we find the darkness of dogma.
But in front,
we find an ocean of effulgence shining brilliantly.
978
O Lord,
today I know for sure
that You will definitely come,
riding the cart of light.
You will destroy all darkness
and make me fearless.
For You, I hold a floral garland.
I await You day and night.
Tonight, the auspicious time will come
when all doubts will be removed.
Counting hours, periods, days and ages
meditating on You,
I followed the resonance of Your melody,
and moved along the difficult path of Your effulgence.
979
O Lord,
You came in the eastern sky,
expressing Yourself as a crimson colour,
expressing Your love and grace.
The flower buds opened their mouth
and the sorrow of dark nights passed away.
You poured out the universal love of light.
Those sleeping in their nest
attained the touch of life.
With them,
You became engrossed in bliss.
You filled the world with light,
You filled it with endlessly more light.
980
O Lord,
You came and loved.
You made me forget my pains
and the totality of my lamentations.
You responded,
smiled sweetly
and won all hearts.
My love knows You only.
It attracts You
in melody and rhythm.
In pain and pleasure,
in honor and dishonor,
You remain mine,
though You too belong to all.
In leaves and flowers,
Your love remains sketched.
My mental bee,
in solitude,
longs for You.
Amidst all losses,
You are the marking of attainment.
You are mine only.
981
O Lord,
in what a delusive game do You remain ever so active!
You are the white, hundred petalled lotus in every heart.
In those lying disgracefully in the mud of the road,
You awakened a new consciousness.
Come slowly,
come with a soft smile,
come lovingly through the sandal breeze.
You are the honey of flowers,
You are the distant moon.
You are the radiation of the enchanting sweet moonlight.
You express Yourself as flowers and fruits and as roots,
You are both banks of the reverseflowing river.
You are everyone's closest,
dearest, most respected,
and most revered.
All await Your arrival.
You fulfill all expectations in the light of love.
982
O Lord,
You are the nucleus of the great cycle.
Around You all revolve.
Thinking of You again and again,
I find inspiration.
Come into my heart
and reside in all my actions.
Come, so that the pink pair of Your feet
may live in my heart day and night
and give me utmost fulfillment.
Even should Your lips not speak,
continue smiling silently,
filling my heart to the brim.
983
In my floral shrub of ma'dhavii flowers,
on each bunch of flowers,
why are the bees humming?
With whose light
does the blue lotus
in my mental niipa grove shine?
A sandal fragrant breeze
blows in my mind.
To this fragrant breeze,
the ketakii flower says:
"Keep awake today,
keep Your eyes open,
the unknown traveler longs to be attained".
The spring season has come.
Why then are the red pala'sh flowers
glowing in the forest?
Now, at the end of rains,
all hopes find fulfillment
and all fogs are removed.
984
O Lord,
I keep awake for You only.
Holding Your lamp in hand,
I constantly seek Your grace.
I am but dust on Your path,
a mere droplet in Your ocean.
I am just a tiny firefly,
a pebble in Your ocean.
I survive on a ray of hope only,
my heart aspiring and breaking.
In the movement on Your path
I wish to attain Your heart
and see You.
985
Who is that beloved one
who has won my heart?
For whom are my eyes waiting with alertness?
Who has taken away my all,
and turned me a renunciate?
For whom,
day and night
do I keep awake?
In the moonlit sky,
as if sandal paste coated,
whose image constantly appears in the sky?
Who is beyond space and time?
Who is He who, even though I always feel,
I ask to enter my vision?
Who pervades my mind and life
and the recess of my heart,
secretly in all actions?
Who is the one who loves, smiles softly,
never forgets
and likes the divine game, liila'?
986
Creating a blissful environment,
He came to my home.
The blue sky was illuminated
and reflected upon everyone's mind.
The kanak campa' flower was full of fragrance
and the donal campa' flower beyond itself.
The night queen flower
spread its fragrance in abundance.
The bakul flower opened its buds
and the kacana'r flower
displayed its incomparable beauty.
The pala'sh flowers were swinging
in the fire of their red colour,
swinging in their own respect demanding pose.
987
O Lord,
seated and waiting for You,
day after days pass by.
Will You not come to my home?
My lamp is becoming extinguished
by the tears that flow from my eyes.
Even today,
expectation filled love lingers on.
The particles of my mind
have lost themselves into infinity,
desirous of coming into Your fold.
I move by Your illumination,
I speak by Your power.
Engrossed in Your ideation,
my mind longs to merge in You.
988
O Lord,
You are the overwhelming love within me,
You are the charioteer of my heart,
You are the sweetly absorbed blue lotus.
In the moonlight,
through an unsung song,
You awake in my mind
as a new and tender leaf.
Your effulgence is immeasurable and infinite.
Your love is the essence of the world.
By Your smile,
the earth starts dancing untimely
in the lalita style.
With the stick of knowledge,
please apply the mark of love onto my eyes.
By Your touch and a flow of nectar,
introduce Yourself to me anew.
989
Alas,
I do not know,
how my unknown friend
entered the depth of my mind.
In His absence
my heart silently melts into the tears
that flow from my eyes.
Years after years passed by,
The one who contains the store of nectar,
remained far.
After a very long time
He appeared on this auspicious moment,
showering His graceful effulgence.
My long lasting fatigue vanished.
Peace descended
on my once shivering eyes.
By His mercy and glory,
the ocean of beauty flashed inside me.
990
O ignorant mind,
where have You been wandering about?
The one You have been seeking
is indeed Your own.
In the recess of Your mind
He has secretly remained awake
day and night.
Carrying His lamp in hand,
why roam around every moment?
How long will You keep wandering
from one path onto another?
You do not have much time.
You are to attain Him in the recess of Your mind.
So make a firm vow now.
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Who are You looking for foolish mind?
Whoever it is You seek,
He is seated in Your own heart.
He hides day and night in a corner of Your mind.
It is His guiding light by which You see.
Time is short, don't waste it searching in vain.
If You seek with firm determination,
You will find Him there with You.
991
O Lord,
in the garden of my mind,
when I met You,
I was alone and asleep.
Heaps of clouds had gathered
and a heavy rain was pouring.
In the sky, thunders outburst
and the lines of burning lightning appeared.
But by the soft touch of Your hand,
in my mind,
illuminations awakened.
992
O Lord,
I have been calling You so much
but You do not respond.
What a hard heart You have!
I do not understand You.
I suppose You are either unable to hear my call
or I lack of proper urge in my sa'dhana'.
I call You under the influence of my selfishness,
begging for Your grace to remove my obstructions.
I desired honor, respect and wealth.
But You did not listen to my prayers.
I wanted liberation, salvation
and requested You
to make me cross the ocean of creation.
But You do not listen to any request of mine.
You are not moved by any demand.
Today, I do not want anything.
I want to give my all.
Please do not ignore me,
do not refuse my love.
993
On each flower and arena,
whose beauty is it
that rushes towards heaven?
Untasted and indescribable nectar
from infinity flows on.
That beauty rushes on
from the distant stream,
and from the bondage of time
to a realm far beyond time.
Leaving the world of forms,
it merges into formlessness.
In indidual life there are rises and falls,
and many a concentration on the path of friends.
Let that beauty be eternal.
Let it cross hundreds of obstructions.
994
O Lord,
fill to the brim
the hearts of new buds
and smiling flowers.
Swing all love and thirst
into a single effulgence.
Over old things that went by,
we worried, cried and lamented.
Over non existing entities,
we shed many a tear.
You sing the song
of their removal
and their casting aside.
Dark nights must not surround us anymore.
The new morning lies in front of us.
Wipe out the load of agonies,
and make us look onto the morning sun.
995
However hard I try to forget Him,
I am unable to do so.
My earnestness increases day by day
and the creeper of love becomes ever livelier.
The sky and ocean join together
to tell me to secretly speak about Him.
This restlessness,
so full of agony,
I am unable to forget.
The creeper whispers
into the ears of the stormy wind
that it is not the time for keeping quiet.
In dream,
sleep and alertness,
You convey to me
that unwritten sweetness.
996
Those who came
onto the path of light
will never be lost to darkness.
Those smiling sweetly
do not cry.
You exist,
I am also present.
I have forgotten everything else.
Those who come onto the path of hope,
are not influenced by pessimism.
You came smiling
on the chariot of seven colours.
Attaining You, all become blessed
and the earth achieves fulfillment.
997
On a dark night,
along an upward path,
who came
with a light in hand?
I cannot see Your beauty
nor recognise Your voice.
I nonetheless understand
that You are ever accompanying me.
You join broken hearts,
You bring flood into dry fields,
and You fulfil exhausted hope
by the sweet look of Your eyes.
Colour my life
with the colour of Your ever new ideation.
Engage me in Your work,
and fulfil my hopes.
998
Densely filling my heart,
I attaind You,
O uncomparable one!
You are unprecedented and ever new.
Smiling sweetly,
coming close,
You chant an ever new tune.
Today, You came onto this earth
and made flowers bloom.
Merging the forest flower
and my mental flower into one,
I have filled my floral tray to offer You.
What a unique and divine game of Yours this is.
My mental sky and the cosmic sky
became one and glow as one.
The breeze remains filled with fragrance.
The ocean is intoxicated with rhythm.
999
O Lord,
I fear none.
I know that always
in all struggles
You are victorious.
In the scorching heat of the sun
or in the cool shade of the tree,
You remain with me always.
You control with strong hands.
Your power never diminishes.
After freezing coldness and snow,
the flash of Your effulgence shines.
In the silent and isolated dark night,
Your wee bit of grace remains with me.
1000
O embodiment of effulgence!
We were introduced to one another
in the hue of dawn,
in the colouring of hearts.
I did not know nor understood why people love.
You were alone in my sky,
pouring light all around.
In Your flash, with unlimited shiver,
I was absorbed.
My heart became flooded
with rhythm and songs,
and went dancing unto You.
By Your touch,
full of joy,
I attained You,
O embodiment of consciousness!
