Narsinh Mehta Poems

O today it’s Diwali! O it’s the Festival of Lights for me!
For the Lord with garland of wild flowers, at last, has come to me!
He invites me and soothes the searing desolation of so many days!
O today it’s Diwali! O it’s the Festival of Lights for me!
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Has your heart turned to stone, love?
The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that!
For by being close to the heart they give pleasure;
They give pain if they are to go away.
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Kanji is drenched in saffron, the damsel drenched in deep orange!
Their eyes drenched with love, they wait at the doors of garden!
Who shall we say is more beautiful? The lord if Vraj or his lover?
When we gaze at the best among men-both are equally priceless pearls!
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One who feels others grief as his own,
Who obliges others in distress
Without being swollen with pride,
He alone can be called a Vaishnava!
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In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!
You are the divine in the human flesh,
The fire you become among the elements,
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My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love
How can they be offered to anyone else?
Come once to my home and I will tell you more, by dear admirer!
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The arrow of desire has pierced my heart!
I kept awake whole night, friend, weeping miserably!
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'Hold your immaculate flame O lamp,
My beloved has arrived to embrace me on the bed!'
Needlessly don’t break the threads of my choli
And that’s my braid and not a snake.'
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Who has sent the old age? I thought youth was here to stay!
Even threshold seems a mountain now,
Even the village outskirts seem remote like foreign lands to me.
The hair on my body has irreversibly grayed
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What is it about your eyes, love? Tell us, tell us truly!
It makes our hearts go flutter when you look at us and it makes our hearts go wild!
What is it about your eyes, love? Tell us, tell us truly!
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