Unmindful of the intoxicated bee
The beauteous one stands beneath the Kadamba tree,
She is the moonlight to the lotus that is his heart!
The fragrance of the blossoming flowers
Stirs up the primal cause of life!
O One, with hair that is dark like the monsoon clouds,
Style a braid gently
Lest the tempestuous wind
Should ruffle your silken tresses
Or disturb your tender heart.
Her half – turned face catches the moonbeam
And glows with embers of love.
The half-closed lids, heavy with sleeplessness
Search for the footprints of the Beloved.
The lazy lips stir up some tune
As she stands transfixed!
From the pure pitcher of the skies,
The rustling leaves of the Kadamba
Having sipped on cloudful of nectar
Play Megh malhar.
As raindrops seep through the greens
And fall on the parting of her hair.
The graceful swan cranes its neck to hear
The honeyed voice of the Alasya Kanya
Accompanying the beats of the thunderous clouds
II काली बदरिया मारे नजरिया
मन में छुपा लो मोहे
जुल्मी सावरिया II
- SG
It's beautiful
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