Oh my Darling deva damodara..!
oh..! ! harihara..! !
Every day we laugh together
With unlimited ultimate bliss,
You share your transcendental pastimes,
In your different forms and names,
I share my current-mental primes,
praying to save me from all the material storms.
Sometimes this mad man
leave your serene hand
Flooding In an insane mundane storm
goes to inhale and sail around
With the Maya Devi wind,
And would have toxic kicks,
With unpleasant Perks at peaks,
Tears from the eyes intensely leak
and craves again for your lovely looks,
bonds again to your ecstatic books
why don't you come to save me..! !
Won't you come unless I call, ..?
Do you want to make me feel sad?
Oh! Shyama Sundar, I Confusingly wander
I don't know how to solely surrender..! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem