812 (31/08/1983) D


UDAYÁCALE MAN MÁJHE ELE
MAN KE RÁḾGIYE DILE
SURE TÁNE BHARILE PRÁŃE
UDDVEL KARÁ KII TÁLE
MAN KE RÁḾGIYE DILE

SUR SAPTAKE BÁNDHIYÁ VIIŃÁ
HRADY KAMALE SATATA ÁSIINÁ
BHÁVÁTIITA BODHI BHÁVE HOLO LIINÁ
KON SE RÁGINII D́HÁLILE, TUMI
KON SE RÁGINII D́HÁLILE
MAN KE RÁḾGIYE DILE

NAYAN MELIYÁ JATA DÚRE CÁI
TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁR KEHO KOTHÁ NÁI
NAYAN MÚDIYÁ HIYÁTE CÁHIYÁ
SE KHÁNEO DEKHI LIILÁ CALE
TAVA LIILÁ CALE PRATI PALE
MAN KE RÁḾGIYE DILE







You came into my mind
through the eastern mountains,
colouring it
and filling it with melody and tune.

You turned my heart restless
with Your rhythm.

Attuning my viin'a' to musical octaves,
sitting on the lotus of my heart,
engrossing Yourself in intuitive ideas,
in an arena beyond thought,
which tune did You pour on me?

As far as I can see with open eyes,
other than You,
I do not find anyone anywhere.

Eyes closed
when I look inside my heart,
I see Your divine game
taking place each and every moment.