Poems of Narsinh Mehta
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 leave your place!'
I am the lord with garland of creepers and you, a delicate flower vine,
I will water you with the nectar of my eyes,
With love will I enclose you and tend you
Holding you in my strong arms!