Many words are accumulated in my mind’s ledger everytime. Twenty four hours will be increased by several times if the calculation is done strictly. You have built a house in my brain in the structure of my mind.
I did not understand when and on what occasion such work was done. And when I look for that reason, I have not find the edge. I made the deed in your name under compulsion. So that you can dominate with confidence.
You know that I surrendered to you all my wealth, prosperity and the love which had for living. I have no regrets, as if I do not mind being a resident of heaven to the satisfaction of surrendered.
No one but a devotee like me can understand with the ability to realize the happiness that you have showered on me like a sudden gale resonance of feelings.
I am very poor and don’t have the rhetoric of abundance of knowledge at all. With pure affection of the heart, I am sitting with offering for you.I have no need for hundreds of thousands of desires. But I tell you will great courage that I want you.
Honorable nath, people are benifited by the light that is constantly diffused by your eyes of knowledge. This is my pride, dignity and victory.
Oh my Bholanath! may thousands of ages will be passed with your creation, but only you are mine. I want that creator. I want to keep the man like his wonderful collection of creations.
One evening you stood in the courtyard of the Temple and said that Radhakrishna is the same entity. one cannot exist without another. First of all, importance should be given here. My love, when I think of you as Krishna, I am frightened about losing you. Keeping Radha in his heart, Krishna goes a way playing the flute. You are my Bholanath whom I found on a Shiv Chatrurdashi night.
I can sacrifice my surrounding, life, society if I know Bholanath loves me. I have no great strength and no great weakness without love. The cup of love is not filled by pity, dear. I am very greedy and want that rare pure love. Without it, there is no attraction for anything earthly.
This is the only weapon against me. I will not tolerate to insulting precious love. The day I saw the jewel of love in your eyes, the sky of my heart exploded like lightning. As long as my body is in the world, let it will be touched by you. We have met during the evening of life after a hundred duties. I want to hear your heart beat in the rest of the dark night.
Oh the treasure of my heart, the priceless jewel, I have found you so close that I do not want to lose you. My soul is afraid of whether you will leave me. A burnt child dreads the fire. I am weak in the world, there is no other way to rely on you.
I want to spend the rest of my life in this passion. Today you are the victorious king after enduring the long distance, the fatigue of the road. If you want relief from the elegance clothes, I am waiting to remove all your exhaustion. No one in the world will know.
Oh venerable deity, be the assassin in love but not in pretense. I am tired of stumbling. Burnt trees grew leaves to the sound of your flute, Don’t let them perish.
Oh Shyam, you are fine without me. Though we are the same city but can not see you because we have a barrier between us. I have brought love from the source of creation. don’t leave me, I will wait. Waiting is my meditation. The happiness of love is not permanent because of my bad luck. I don’t blame anyone. Animosity takes away everything.
I believe that no one but you have the ability to value the treasure of my heart. I don’t want to be your Radha. Bholanath never left Parvati. You have weeped for many Radha’s so long. May Parvati be permanent in your life.
I burned to ashes by jealousy— While you play your love games with another woman. I can still feel your physique, your body’s scent, your warmth— That sacred time was only ours. It is easier to die than to surrender my right. You memorize countless names, reciting them by heart— and my own curse has slowly killed me. I don’t exist anywhere within you. I am not extraordinary enough to endure this pain. I cannot ignore that ever-familiar femininity— How insulting— our blissful union never reached your heart, only touched your body. Her hair, her scent— no longer weakens you. You abandoned your own goddess, yet filled your mind with hundreds, thousands of idols. You write more poetry— but for whom? I die every day. Look— Blood drips down my face. What a red, What a red! dark as a wedding saree.
