Narsinh Mehta

(1414? – 1481? / Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India)

Cold, Cold Is My Bed In Winter! - Poem by Narsinh Mehta

Cold, cold is my bed in winter!But for my
Lord, who will embrace me passionately?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!

Today, dear, this harsh winter closes in
And scares the frail ones like me.
My frozen little body sets our being ablaze!
But for my love, who will slake me?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my love, who will embrace me passionately?

Every single moment of this night is aeon to me!
How futile is my empty bed,
I thank heavens that I met Narsaiyya's Lord,
For I attained the Nectar of Immortality!
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my Lord, who will embrace me passionately?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2012



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