Terrified am I at the sight of the dark clouds……..
Terrified am I at the sight of the dark clouds,
I am frightened seeing them.
How these black and yellow clouds rise
and rain!
Whithersoever I go, the place with water
is surrounded,‘ the earth is all turned green.
She, whose Lord dwells in, a foreign land,
stands, wet, waiting outside for ‘her
Dear One.
Miré’s Lord, is Hari, the. Indestructible,
with Whom she is in genuine love.
Rain the clouds in the month of Sravana…………….
Rain the clouds in the
month of Sravana,
Ah! the clouds of
Sravana, the heart-
captivating clouds
In Srfivana my heart
heaves up,
As hears it the approach
of Dear Hari.
Come the clouds
gathering from all sides.
Shivers the lightning
heralding the
approach of rain-bearing
clouds.
In tiny drops falls the
rain and blows the
fragrant breeze, cool
and pleasant.
Mira’s Lord, Giradhara
Négara,
The time is arrived for
us to sing a
glorious welcome.
I hear the sound of the approach of Hari………….
I hear the sound of the
approach of Hari.
The heights I climb, 0
friend,
When shall the Dear One
arrive.
The frog, the peacock,
Papaiya,
And the Cuckoo strike
melodious notes.
On all sides Indra
rises, and as it rains,
The lightning gives up
her modesty.
The earth has assumed
ever new fonns,
To meet Indra, its
beloved.
Mira Lord is Hari, the
enternal.
Pray meet her soon.
Writer
– Bankey Behari
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