Let Thy wish become my desire,

let Thy will become my deed,

let Thy word become my speech, Beloved,

and Thy love become my creed.

 

Let my plant bring forth Thy flowers,

let my fruits produce Thy seed,

let my heart become Thy lute, Beloved,

and my body Thy flute of reed.

....

(Stanzas from Sankaracharya's Devi-Apraadh Kshamaa-stotram)

Original: Sanskrit~

Na mokshasyaakamkshaa bhava-vibhavivaanchchhaa pi cha na men

Na vigyaanaapekshaa shashi-mukhi sukhecchchaapi na punah

Atastvaam samyaanche janani jananam yaatu mam vai

Mridaani Rudraani Shiva-shiva-bhavaaneeti japatah

....

Aapatsu magnah smaranam tvadeeyam

Karomi Durge karunaarnaveshi

Naitatchhatatvam mam bhaav yethaah

Kshudhaa-trishartaa jananeem smaranti.

Translation:

O Mother, I seek no salvation,

Nor wealth, nor knowledge, nor worldly comfort;

O Moon-faced One, I only beg Thee

That I may my life spend chanting Thy Names:

Mridaani, Rudraani, Shivaa, Bhavaani,

Again and again, devotedly.

...

O Durga, O Sea of Mercy,

In peril I am, I cry out to Thee,

My cry is real, I'm no pretender;

Like a child in thirst and hunger,

I remember Thee, O Mother,

For Thy help I pray to Thee.

.......

 

 

Radha's Dance at Vrindavan (Hindi-Awadhi Poem)

Original:

Raadhaaji naachat brindaaban.

Pag thirkat hain baajat ghunghroo,

chhanan chhanan chhan chhanan chhanan.

Taakat khag-mrig gop-gopikaa

chhaadi sakal jag ke bandhan.

Bhooli adhar dhar murali vilokat

vismit chakit bhramit nand-nandan.

Brindaaban kee kunj galin maa

jhar jhar jharat amee-ras-ghan.

Translation:

Sri Radha is dancing in Vrindavan.

Her feet are moving and anklebells jingling -

chhanan chhanan chhan chhanan chhanan.

All birds and animals and gopas and gopis

are viewing the dance casting aside

all bonds of the world.

Even the son of Nanda is so amazed and bewildered

that the flute on his lips he has forgotten to blow.

In the gardens and streets of Vrindavan indeed,

the cloud of nectar is pouring thick and fast !!

...

Radha's Holi (Hindi-Awadhi Poem)~

Original:

Raadhaaji syaam sang khelat Hori.

Ang-ang rangee-rangee, prem-ras pagee-pagee, karat thithori.

Dhaavat le pichchakari, kaanhaa pe rang daari, hansat kishori.

Raadhaa se vinati karat, hain Maadhav kar jorat, 'bas kar O Ri.'

Yaa chhavi lakh balihaari, hain sab vraj nar-naari, chhoraa-chhori.

Translation:

Radha is playing Holi with Shyam.

Smeared all over with colours and filled

with the nectar of love, she is in a prankish mood.

Running with a syringe after Krishna and

sprinkling on him coloured water, she laughs,

while Madhav with folded hands

is praying to her to be spared.

 

Aha. this sight of Holi indeed has

all the men and women and boys and girls

of Vrajaland swooning !

 

 

Original (in Gurmukhi):

 

Kali kaate raaje kaasaai, dharamu pankhu kari udia

kudu amaavas sachu chandramaa, deesay nahi kah chadiaa

hau bhaali vikuni hoee, aadheray raahu na koi

vichi hau mai kari dukh roi,

kahu Naanak kini vidhi gati hoi?

 

Translation:

 

This age of Kali is like a dagger,

The rulers of the times are butchers;

Righteousness has taken to flight,

The night of falsehood is holding sway;

The moon of Truth is not to be seen,

My search for it has been in vain;

My soul within in sorrow weeps,

In this dark I don't see my way.

 

O Nanak, tell me from this plight

How can I myself wean away?

...

(Note: Guru Nanak, the founder of Sikhism, was a great religious leader and one of the most prominent devotional (Bhakti) poets of medieval India, and many of his poems are to be found in the Sikhs' Holy Book, Guru Granth-Sahib.) 

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