Life in the world is short,
Why shoulder an unnecessary load
Of worldly relationships?
Thy parents gave thee birth in the world,
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Friend, the arrow of his glance struck
my eyes;
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Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
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That dark Dweller in Braj
Is my only refuge.
O my companion,
Worldly comfort is an illusion,
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Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bedmade of
delicately selected buds and blossoms,
And have arrayed myself in bridal garb
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Mine Is Gopal
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.
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Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
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The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
A golden pitcher on my head.
Hariji has bound me
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Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.
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I will not be restrained now, O Rana,
Despite all you do to block my path.
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