Cold, Cold Is My Bed In The Winter After Narsinh Mehta Poem by Ravi Kopra

'Cold, cold is my bed in the winter'
My love, please come and
Embrace me passionately

Come set me on love-fires
Fulfill my desires
And slake me immediately

Hands of the clock are frozen
Sleepless I am all night in bed
Every moment is an aeon to me

Come on, come on, my love
My bed is cold tonight
Warm my heart, love me passionately.

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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?

-Narsinh Mehta