Song of a maid yearning for Krishna - ‘'Virani'' by Saint Dnyaneshwar -13th century
-my attempt to translate lyrically.
Full of rains the clouds ring
In deep wood breezes sing
O dear! speed up and bring
That Salvation-Giver Krishna here..
Oh this moon and moonlight
Champak, sandal, fragrant night
Nothing to me without the sight
of that Beloved Son of Devki..
No use of sandalwood blouse
Adds to agony, doesn't douse
Go fast and bring to my house
that Darling of Forest, Krishna..
Cool and soft this flower-bed
Delicate and so lovingly laid
Burns like fire O dear maid
go fast and pour water on it..
Such sweet songs you sing
O cuckoo, tell the meaning
You kind harbinger of spring
bring for me some good news..
In the mirror if I happen to gaze
I do not see my face these days
Rukmini's Beloved does know ways
to madden me thus completely..
Translation- Bharati..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem