In The Middle Of The Night Poem by Narsinh Mehta

In the middle of the night, my dear,
The alluring flute resonates in Sri Vrindavan!
Its ravishing melody woke me up from the sound sleep!
It was he ultimate ecstasy of oneness, my dear,
Beyond the state of wakefulness, dream, and deep sleep!
In the middle of the night, my dear,
The alluring flute resonates in Sri Vrindavan!

My mind was purged of trigunas and all the illusions!
In the middle of the night, my dear,
The alluring flute resonates in Sri Vrindavan!

Wherever I cast my eyes, my dear,
I see the pearls of Mukti around!
Wandering around I joyously behold the divine Leela of Narsaiyya’s Lord!
In the middle of the night, my dear
The alluring flute resonates in Sri Vrindavan!