Can you find another market like this?
Where,
Mother, when will my hair-braid grow?
milk you said will make it grow,
you make the fire
and I’ll show you something wonderful:
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
Awake, Krishna,
awake the lotus-petals
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water?
There was a verdant pasture somewhere
Whose land was the very picture of beauty
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
And silver lillies fill their cups with dews;
Flora for thee the laughing fields perfumes,
The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
Take my arm
and keep up your promise!
TELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
PLAYED day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly afraid.
So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its stairs: yet I must not be shy,
A sake barrel,
Born without hands, makes merry —
There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.
1.
At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
Some vow of loyalty, fully moulded, will arrive by the morn;
the love will arrive, albeit limping, yet it certainly will;
If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
Krishna went playing in the lanes of Braj,
a yellow silk garment round his waist,
How long will you think about this painful life?
How long will you think about this harmful world?
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
My body, in its withering, may become a lovely swallow.
Under the eaves of my loved one's home I'll build my nest of twigs.
Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of the
Gambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore it is not fitting that you, ou
Chuckling, Kanha came crawling,
Trying to catch His reflection
You personify God's message.
You reflect the King's face.
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