Category Archives: Narsinh Mehta

poem – in damodar lake

In Damodar lake, near Girnar hill, Mehtaji frequently took bath. Poor sweepers full of devotion for Hari approached him And touched his feet with devotion. `Great soul, pray come to our place, and singki rt ans with us! ‘, they … Continue reading

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poem – with absolute joy

With absolute joy, I sing thebr ahman! But those encaptivated by theirk ar ma speak ill of me! Even the great religious heads cannot fathom you, They can’t even make out priceless jewels from mere beads! With absolute joy, I … Continue reading

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poem – the cute little gokul

This cute little Gokul, my beloved has made it into Vaikunth! He pampers his devotees here and gives unlimited joy to the Gopis! He, who cannot be grasped by all the philosophies, And never appears even before the greatest of … Continue reading

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poem – we are like that

We are like that-yes we are like what you say! Call us depraved by love, we will still serve our loved Damodar. We are like that-yes we are like what you say! Our minds were once preoccupied in the worldly … Continue reading

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poem – true fulfilment of my birth

True fulfillment of my birth is in loving my beloved forever! Never with dry rituals and harsh austerities Would I torture my tender body! All the time I’d play the games of love with my beloved! True fulfillment of my … Continue reading

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poem – the flute resonates today

The flute resonates today! The flute resonates today! The women dance with the lord, dance, and sing as they play! The flute resonates today! The sound of clapping, the sound of drumming, The harmony of the jingling anklets unbound! Mohan … Continue reading

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poem – let’s go and play my dear friend

Let’s go and play dear friend; leave aside the churning of curds! For spring has arrived, forest creepers have blossomed, Cuckoos sing happily among kadamb trees, mango trees have bloomed And hanging around every flower are the mischievous bees! Let’s … Continue reading

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