Prabhat Sangeet -
On an inauspicious night,
in the garden of the night queen,
a storm had raged and not spared my mind.
You did not come. You remained indifferent.
Hit by the storm, buds of flowers dropped untimely;
and even the fragrance of those flowers that were blooming vanished with the moonlight.
Alas, despite all this, You did not come.
Forgetting me, where were You?
In what thought were You absorbed?
Hit by the storm, the strings of the lyre of my mind got broken.
My entire jingling note found an end, and yet, You did not come.
To which unknown isolation did You remain confined, oblivious of me?
292 (26/02/1983)
Shrii Shrii Anandmurti ji
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