Poem – Great is The Wealth of Bhakti 

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma!

By living a virtuous life, even if you attain

The land of immortality, you will inevitably end up

In the inexorable cycles of birth and rebirth!

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma!
Those who love Hari long not for the ultimate release,

Instead, they desire to be born over again

To sing forever, to dance forever,

To celebrate forever and to gaze forever at Nanda’s darling!

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma!
Blessed indeed is the soul born in land of Bharat 

And sings the praises of Govind;

Blessed are his parents for he alone has made his birth a success!

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma!
Blessed is the land of Vraj, blessed is his eternal sport,

Blessed are the people of Vraj as eight magical powers

Wait at their doorsteps and Mukti becomes their maid!

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma!
Shanker and Shukajogi know the taste of this nectar,

So do the girls of Vraj, says Narsinh, who relishes of this nectar.

Great is the wealth of Bhakti found only on the earth, 

Not found even in the realms of Brahma! 

Poem – Gimme That Moon to Play With

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars! 

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’ 
He flushes, he cries, he stares at the moon

Jasoda wipes his tears, ‘Don’t be so crazy, Kanha!

The moon is far up in the sky! There are kids in every house,

You alone don’t seem to have any sense!’

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars!

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’
Taking water in a bowl, she showed him the moon

And consoled Narsaiyya’s Lord!

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars!

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’ 

Poem – Fair One In the Middle of the Night

Fair one, in the middle of the night,

How your jingling anklets chime!

You have woken up the whole town

With melodious jingling of your anklets!

Fair one, in the middle of the night,

How your jingling anklets chime!
‘I came back after vainly groping in the bed,

For I found my beloved asleep with a girl next door!

One after other girl my beloved enjoys!

Surely, this is not what we expect

From some one very much our own!

Fair one, in the middle of the night,

How your jingling anklets chime!
‘At the most we can cover a well

But how on earth do you cover an ocean?

If he were merely a man of our fancy

We’d have shown him the door 

But how do you decline the man you have married!’

Fair one, in the middle of the night,

How your jingling anklets chime!
‘In my garden the mango tree has blossomed

And mangoes ripe are dripping with nectar!

Wake up and relish them, my slender Lord,

I’ll pluck them for you and you enjoy!’

Fair one, in the middle of the night, 

how your jingling anklets chime!
‘In my garden are juicy grapes,

sumptuous citrus fruits, and betel vines,

O Narsaiyya’s Lord come to my place

For my heart is tender and mad!’

Fair one, in the middle of the night,

How your jingling anklets chime! 

Poem – Essence of Essence is the Birth of the Weaker Sex

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,

For her strength alone can please the mighty hero!

What’s the use of this manliness, friend,

When it is of no use to the lord at all?

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
A man might attain the ultimate release,

If he sticks to the path of virtue,

But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger 

And the lord pleading to make up and other such games,

You simply have to be a woman!

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!

For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Even the gods like Indra and the great sages

Revere the very dust of gopis’ feet,

Considering themselves lesser than the gopis

As they find their manhood insipid!

Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex,

For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Woman, the treasure trove of fortune

Experiences and enjoys all day and night

The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures

Struggle to express!

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
Let my dreams come true

My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life!

For just like the master dragging the meek beast

The leash of love draws Narsinh!

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,

For her strength can please the mighty hero!