Longing for Beloved

[Guest guest]

The amethyst and umber shadows are falling across the courtyard,

and still my Achyuta, my Changeless One, has not come to me.

 

Longingly, with a heart breaking like the sun's rays in last gasp,

i call between sobs to Janardana, Granter of prayers, for a boon.

 

This house has no laughter, nor flowers of soul-kissed affection,

Only Prabhu, the Lord and Master, can unlock the door to my room.

 

Love-stricken, on a bed of unrequieted love of remembered kisses,

The vision of Vishvamurte, the Universe-bodied Lover, appears.

 

More heavenly colored than a million sunsets, hands reach to grasp,

my Sahasrabaho, my Thousand-armed Lover for the endless embrace.

 

In this chamber of rooms, fields of jasmine and lotus entreat music,

To pour from the Lover's Own Heart, my Hari, Stealer of Hearts.

 

With the Sublime form of radiant blue stretched out beside mirrors,

Mazie sees only reflections of Isham Idyam,

her Adorable One, everywhere, Everywhere.

 

Heart to heart, Face to face, Dark flashing Eyes pierce to the mark,

And Kamalapattraksha, the Lotus-eyed One, takes me into Him, Inside.

 

This longing, this marriage, the lover and the Beloved, O Govinda,

is the eternal procession of this little one with Madhava,

Sweet God of Fortune.

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie