How long will you think about this painful life?
How long will you think about this harmful world?
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,
Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bedmade of
Chuckling, Kanha came crawling,
Trying to catch His reflection
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
I bought a run a while ago,
On country rough and ridgy,
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
THE river and its waves are one
surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Krishna said, 'O fair beauty, who are you?
Where do you live? Whose daughter are you?
I heard a padshah giving orders to kill a prisoner. The helpless
fellow began to insult the king on that occasion of despair, with
by Sa di
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What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of the soul.
Some vow of loyalty, fully moulded, will arrive by the morn;
the love will arrive, albeit limping, yet it certainly will;
Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.
Having seen them long,
I hold the flowers so dear
A drum beats in the far temple; I think it's in the clouds.
Is it above the meadow and hill, perhaps below the sky?
LAMPS burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will f
Krishna went playing in the lanes of Braj,
a yellow silk garment round his waist,
Friend, the arrow of his glance struck
my eyes;
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:
First Self: Her
Rana, to me your slander is sweet.
Some praise me, some blame me. I
Who can contain his joy, say, on seeing the lotus-like lovely face of Nanda's darling child when he awakes?
His beauty infatuates sages,and destroys the prid
WHERE Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions;
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--
O Hari, 'tis morn, awake, there's water in the jar for you to wash your face no need to hurry there's plenty of time.
I'll bring you whatever you like for yo
If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
You personify God's message.
You reflect the King's face.
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