My Baul Manna, Mendicant Mind Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Baul manna
Donning saffron loose shirt
And saffron clothing
Dances to the tinkling
Of the anklet tied to one leg
And I dancing, dancing,
Singing and singing,
Playing the instrument,
One string improvised instrument,
O my Bul manna,
What it is lost in
Nobody knows it,
Knows it,
None has come to feel,
Feel my bairagi manna,
I striking the wires
And singing and dancing
Wih the anklet tied
In His Love,
The love of the Love Divine!