Tag Archives: Narsinh Mehta

poem – play raas with us love

Play raas with us love, Play your sweet flute to us!’ ‘More alluring is Vrindavan than Vaikunth, show it to us, love. Play raas with us love, Play your sweet flute to us!’ On the banks of Jamuna, Jadava plays … Continue reading

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poem – someone silence that bird

Someone silence that bird; he doesn’t leave me alone! He is sent by the Creator himself To shoot the arrows of desolation at me! Someone silence that bird; he doesn’t leave me alone! His cry is so beautiful, he cries … Continue reading

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poem – tell me truly, my dark beloved

Tell me truly, my dark beloved, To which lovely girl were you making love? O my wild beloved, disheveled are your clothes and eyes are weary with sleep! Tell me truly, my dark beloved, To which lovely girl were you … Continue reading

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poem – always up to some prank

Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there It’s always I who has to suffer! As this little cowherd foolishly totters, the girl becomes fervid! Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there It’s … Continue reading

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Poem – Listen My Beautiful One

‘Listen, my beautiful one ‘, says Shri Hari, ‘I won’t ever leave your place! There’s no girl like you at all with whose garland of flowers Would I be tied! ‘Listen, my beautiful one!’ says Shri Hari, ‘I won’t ever … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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