love poem

A girl am I and gladly do rejoice in the new season of the year, thanks be to Love and to my happy thoughts.
Through the green meadows do I go to see the yellow flowers and white and red, the roses on their thorns and the white flowers-deluce; and I go likening them to the face of him who loving me hath captured me, even as she that doth desire naught else save her delight.

The fragrance of love I've scented, The lightning of union see;
Come, breath of the Northland zephyr; I die for the scent of thee.

Guide of the Loved One's camels, Stand and unload; for lo!
Patience, for love and longing, Hath all forsaken me.

Forbear, o my heart, complaining Of separation's night,
In thanks that the day of union Hath from the screen won free.

Since that the Friend excusement Desireth and accord,
One of the watcher's noyance Can unregardful be.

Love is guide enough to farers in Love's road;
Tears the means I made of finding her abode.

How shall she regard the billows of our tears,
She, whose bark o'er bloody oceans ever rode?

This my ill-repute free-willing is not: He
Caused me stray in Love, the pathway me who showed.

Or the fire of fair ones' faces shun or pass
Uncomplaining o'er the flames, on Abram's mode.

Either look to miss thy purpose, or thy foot,
Save with one to guide thee, set not in this road.

The Lord is found in love alone.
Not in knowledge, nor meditation: not in deed, nor caste, nor ordinance.
He is not in Mahabharat nor Ramayana: nor Manu-Smriti nor Vedas.
Not in talking or in wrangles; nor in the differences of faiths.
Not in temples nor in worship: nor in the sound of temple bells.
O Hari Chand, the Lord is swinging bound by the bond of love alone.

A sojourn of peace and safety, Sheer wine and a loving friend,
Now glory to God for favour, If Fortune to thee these send!

The world and its need and its fashions Are nothing in nothing all;
Nay, thousands of times this saying For truth have I proved and kenned.

Go, find thee a place of safety And reckon time's plunder gain;
For highwaymen lie in ambush For all in Life's way that wend.

Alas and alack that I knew not Till now that the one belov'd,
The Loved One, the sole elixir Of happiness is in the end!

So but of fortune backed I be, Hand on the Loved One's skirt I'll lay:
An if I win it, what delight! Yea, and what honour, if she slay!

Vantage of pity hath from none Gotten this hopeful heart of mine,
Albe my speech my tale of woes Unto all quarters doth convey.

Idols with hearts of stone how long Shall I with love and fondness tend?
Children unnatural, of the sire, Fondly that reared them, think not they.

Door of deliverance none for me Is there from that thine eyebrow's curve:

All compact of grace and beauty Is my loved one's moonlike face;
Love and faith, o Lord, vouchsafe her; For of these she hath no trace.

My heart-ravisher a child is; But she will some day in sport
Slay me abject and the canon Hold her guiltless of the case.

Best it were from her that straitly I my heart should guard; for she
Good and bad not yet hath proven, Knoweth worthy not from base.

I a fourteen-year-old idol Have, a fair one, slim and sweet,
Whose the full moon ring-in-ear is, Slave and bondman of her grace.

Caught in the wave of love and borne into the lover's presence.
My soul, as a maiden, with her lover finds joy, O Dadu Das.

Maiden and Lover are made one: for her the bridal bed is spread.
With her lover she tastes the sweets of love: Dadu how blest her lot.

O Dadu, the maiden with her body should render service to her Lord.
Inebriate with her lover's love, drinking deep of love's nectar.
O Dadu, the maid is perfect, perfect too the spouse.
From the union of perfections a perfect love flows forth.

I, unto whom Thou gavest To look on the Loved One's face,
How shall I thank Thee, Thy servants That fosterest of Thy grace?

Say to affliction's beggar, " Wipe not the dust from thy cheek;
" Th' elixir of life to the lover's The dust of the praying-place "

For one or two tears thou strewest In Fortune's highway, eye,
Full many's the look of kindness That thou on her cheek shalt trace.

Excepting the swain ablution With blood of the liver make,
His prayer, by the dict of the mufti Of Love, is void and base.

With Girdhar am I deep in love, O Lord, in love with Girdhar.

With the five colours dye my veil, my maidens: I go to play my part in the band of mummers.
There in the mumming my love will meet me: and Him will I embrace.

Prepare the lamp of understanding: set the wick of mind in it.
From the shop of love bring oil: tend the lamp's waking flame by night and day.

They whose loves live far away, writing and writing they send their missives.
Within her heart dwells Mira's love: No whither needs she go or come.