Treasure Island

Narsinh Mehta

(1414? – 1481? / Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India)

Dark clouds thunder and Madhava dances!


Dark clouds thunder and Madhava dances!
How sweetly bells on his anklets ring!
Gopis play 'pakhavaj' and drums; their beloved plays melodious flute!
Frogs, peacocks sing, and cuckoo flutes its honeyed song!
Striking are the colours of 'cholis' and garments!
Dark clouds thunder and Madhava dances!
How sweetly bells on his anklets ring!

Blessed is the bank of Jamuna river! Blessed, the bamboo grove,
And blessed too is this birth! Blessed indeed is Narsaiyya’s sweet tongue,
Which has sung the alluring melody of Malhar!
Dark clouds thunder and Madhava dances!
How sweetly bells on his anklets ring!

Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012
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