love poem

The hat you loved, the damask trimmed reed-hat
Has fallen, fallen!
Into Kamo River, into the middle of the river.
And while I searched and while I sought
Day dawned, day dawned.
Oh, the rustling, rustling of that autumn night by the pools!

This is the dust of Timas, whom Persephone's dark chamber received, dead before her wedding; when she perished, all her fellows dressed with sharponed steel the lovely tresses of their heads .

O love! who gave thee thy superfluous name?
Loving and dying — is it not the same?

I have a fair daughter with a form like a golden flower, Cleis the beloved, above whom I [prize] nor all Lydia nor lovely [Lesbos] ...

Thou and my servant Love .

The clouds are moving,
The oak-woods roar,
The maiden is sitting
On ocean shore.
The waves are breaking with might, with might,
Her sighs go forth on the gloomy night,
Her eyes are discolored with weeping.

" The heart is now perished,
The world is void,
And henceforth to me
My wish is denied.
Thou Holy One! now thy child recall;
Of earthly pleasures I've compassed all
In the joy of living and loving.

I met you and the pain of separation was forgot,
And all I should have kept in mind my heart remembered not.

What cruelty and scorn I in your bitter letters knew!
No love was there; O Gracious One, have you forgotten too?

Strange is the journey that my soul by wanton Love was led,
Two steps were straight and clear, and four forgotten were instead.

There was some blundering o'er my fate at the Great Reckoning;
You have forgot, O Keeper of the Record, many a thing.

You took my heart, but left my life behind: O see you not

Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
O! cups of wine I'll fill for thee.
Come to our house, O Beauty, come;
Come as a guest, O Beauty, come:
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

Borders twain thy veil adorn,
At early dawn, O Beauty, rise —
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

A silken border thy veil adorns;
Father has sent thee a cradle of bells —
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

Hast thou come from the heavens, O lovely bird?
Wilt come by thyself, or a snare shall I spread?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances.
From love springs singleness of aim: from love too springs resignation.
From Bhagti and love spring wisdom: light breaks forth and folly banished.
Love is so precious, none can achieve it, but when Hari is merciful then is it gained.
The power of love Bhagwana obeys: all the scriptures prove it so.
When love within the Bhagat's heart awakes, before him Hari stands revealed.
From love's mine come all crowning mercies: Charan Das knows it in his heart.

O Soul, cherish the love of Govind.
In the open field you will sound the drum of victory.
Hear with your ears the accents of the Lord, and with your eyes behold the vision.
Immovable, Immortal, viewless is the Lord, in whatever form you see Him.
With your inmost being do Him Bhakti, wholly immersed in his love.
Bind your mind into a raft, so will the three worlds be transparent.
Unworthy, helpless, and of low degree is Bulla, but he has devoted himself to the Name.
Arth, Dharm, Kam, and Moksh, fall each into its place.