Do not play thy flute
Oh Krishna, it aches my heart
All of Brindavan block my road
My friends, my own blood
Forsake me for thy love
Oh dear, do not play thy flute.
My heart heaves like the sea
This full moon night
The fragrance with
My dear memories
Blown along the sweet breeze
Pain my heart, oh dearest
Don't play thy flute
The moonlit sky above
My pet Myna, my own black eyes
Reflect thy fond memories
The memories, sweet and fragrant
Dash and crush my heart
Oh dear, don't play thy flute.
This a poem responding to an excess of love. Even the love of two human beings can become a painful passion. But for a god and human woman, the difference between divine and human is awesome. Radha says, Memories crush my heart. But - this is important - she is not destroyed like Semele in Greek myth, Radha prevails. To me this is a very moving poem: in a way she is saying, Don't disappear from me into your divinity. Stay in this human moment with me, be my gentle confidant and not the god whose flute playing will crush me. I see your poem as a point of stasis: When this pause ends, the mystical meaning will take over and the love story will be replaced by religious allegory. Your poem is that last moment we can enjoy the poetry of physical love: in the next moment their story will be about the transcendent love of God and the Soul, and the physical elements will be absorbed by the spiritual. I copied your poem and put it inside my copy of Jayadeva's Gitagovinda.
The magic n power of music is just too great to ignore. The notes of the flute have a deep impact on us. A beautiful romantic write. As long as the music floats in the air, the love will live. A10
The magical music from the flute of Krishna inspired every one. The soul inspiring songs but creates pain now. Yet the eternal love will bloom always in the heart.
Revisiting this poem after a long gap following Bri Edward's comment on the poem.I should add some footnotes on the poem for a better understanding of readers.
Yes, I definitely thing Krishna should play a guitar instead. Do you all agree? ? ? ;)))))))))
'Therefore the flute is the human heart, and a heart which is made hollow will become a flute for the God of love to play upon.' ...whatever THAT means! ! ! ;) bri
hi, bharati! i'm visiting your poems and chose this one because of the title; i have a poem that begins, as the homely but happy music, which has a flute in its imagery. honestly i'm not sure what feeling animates this poem, but i do sense your passionate lyrical self in it. this strikes me as a great line- My heart heaves like the sea. be blessed. glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful poem. Love is immortal and this poem speaks volumes about it. Ye bansuri nahi rukne wali...10+++
Thank you Mohammad Asim Nehalji for your kind comment.I really appreciate that any time I post a new poem, you are among the few who post comments first on the poem.