Listen, My Beautiful One Poem by Narsinh Mehta

'Listen, my beautiful one ', says Shri Hari, 'I won't ever leave your place!
There's no girl like you at all with whose garland of flowers
Would I be tied!
'Listen, my beautiful one!' says Shri Hari, 'I won't ever leave your place!'

I am the lord with garland of creepers and you, a delicate flower vine,
I will water you with the nectar of my eyes,
With love will I enclose you and tend you
Holding you in my strong arms!
'Listen, my beautiful one!' says Shri Hari, 'I won't ever leave your place!

How lucky you are, my lovely one, and how fortunate!
Is it because you have mastered some magic charm,
That I, who can untie the bonds of the fourteen worlds,
Am tied with your garland of flowers?
'Listen my beautiful one,' says Shri Hari, 'I won't ever leave your place!

I plead, proud one, please comply!
Never ever will I leave your place, I swear!'
Narsaiyya's Lord, brave and gallant
Passionately indulged in the battle of Love!
'Listen my beautiful one, ' says Shri Hari, 'I won't ever leave your place!'