At my pleasure grove's gazebo

(3364) Vasante dole mane dola dile

At springtime on a swing, psyche You swung;
On the sky beauty of hue, it goes a-floating.
With mind tranquil for unknown reason,
It's as if a song, unawares, someone makes me hear.

Upon mind reflected is the world of colors;
From outside furtively racing in it comes.
The external came inside, outdoors the inside went;
Plunked between these two, vanity goes missing.

By magic of myrtle in a pleasure grove at month of spring,
Mohan^[1] got embodied through my tiny wreath.
Proximate went remote, distant came into zenana;
The One Who's not near or far, He gives notice smiling.

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It's our little secret

(3363) Bhalabasa elo jiivane, kena ke jane (3363)

Love arrived in my life–
Who knows why–
Having gone on a quest Thine,
With ascent of surmise.

In my world a fair of fruits and blooms had been there;
They've attracted me, as I had been lonely.
I can't comprehend; and so, defeated, I have wept,
With despair in my own mind.

My world today, by Your contemplation is replete;
That abstract central gem having sought, I'm complete.
Absent search there's no path; so, seeking I've proceeded;
Liking in private go I.

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As He has come

(3362) Kusuma shobhar e vitane

Underneath this canopy of flower beauty,
Presently I recollect the morning time.
With resplendent dissipation in atomic thinking,
Boundless is the sport divine

With sweet scent of sandalwood, Who did appear;
Has He yielded to a sweetness gladdening?
Along with dye and music-mode to excite greatly,
He arrived, unaccompanied.

The wine of mind has become overflowing;
Imagination's great ocean has gone on dancing.
For Him none is foreign, no good or bad time be;
Effusive does He make everybody.

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In the end

(3361) Prabhu he, tomar liila bojha bhar

Hey my Lord,
Your sport is hard to comprehend.
Through coming and departing is Creation;
I have understood the essence.

Morning sun's very first advent,
Of the evening hues is a fondness.
In between the two is tied a residence,
This, my worldly existence.

On a mild breeze sweet floral scent
Is filling up the azure firmament.
In Fall are kush, kash, and trees of sadness;
Ultimately, their commencement.

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Wanting You I continue

(3360) Tomake ceyechi ami, jiivaner prati palake

Yourself have I craved
At every existential wink.
Kissing sky, hope's light-ray
Has stretched to realm heavenly.

To execute the atom's musing,
Each pore of core to make brimming,
To eliminate the ebon mist of Northeast,
From honeyed bud of thinking...

Slumping beside the path my sense of I had become,
With garments drenched, indigent and abandoned.
Into Your own presence You did haul,
Coating with sweetness of affection.

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Mission accomplished

(3359) Ei shubha arunodaye ele

On this same propitious sunrise You arrived;
You exuded light.
Having dissolved new moon's mountain, the gloom set aside,
Upon the mental mirror You did smile.

The weight of earthly pain You let me leave behind;
With unshaken state of awareness, You vanquished mind.
From seed to a great tree by thought's ascending rise,
Myself You enticed.

Many times in many forms You have appeared, Lord;
An expedition hundred-edged, never did it pause.
With desire impeccable, with motive inconceivable,
You addressed my plight.

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I am not blind

(3358) Tumi amay bhalo baso, bujheo ami ta bujhi na

Myself You hold dear;
Even having grasped, that I fathom not.
Neath a crimson light You smile sweetly;
Even having seen, at any time I see it not.

On nights of gloom light's stanchion
To show me the path You are.
At morn, like a fall of splendor,
You go on singing, but that too I hear not.

The messenger of only novelty,
You are never obsolete.
In thought's realm, glittering,
Though knowing You, why do I know not?

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