Sweet Words Of Poet Jayadeva - Poem by Harekrishna Meher
O Liquor of Madhuka!
No noble thought arises for you.
O Sugar! You’re very unsavoury really.
O Grape! Who will behold you?
O Nectar! You’re gone dead.
O Milk! Your essence is mere water.
You weep, O Ripe Mango!
O Lips of Beloved Lady!
Down to the nether region you go,
as long as the sweet words of Jayadeva
in this world on all sides offer
emotional feelings of erotic expression.
[Extracted from Gita-Govinda of Jayadeva by Dr. Harekrishna Meher]
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