VIDYAPATI–

VIDYAPATI--

Said:

Roaring the cloud break

And rain falls.

The earth becomes a sea.

 

In a far land, my darling

Can think of nothing

But his latest love.

 

I do not think

That he will now return.

The God of love rejects me.

 

A night of rain,

An empty house

And I a women alone.

 

The streams grow to great rivers.

The fields lie deep in the water.

Travellers cannot now reach home.

To all, the ways are barred.

 

May that god without a body

Strip me of my body too.

 

Says  Vidyapati:

When He remembers, Krishna will return.