Narsinh Mehta

Be Still, Be Still, O Moon, Do Not Make The Dawn Yet

This Dark Night- My Enemy

Recite O Parrot King Rama’s Name!

Pointless It Is To Lament

Dearer Than Life Is The Vaishnava To Me

She Plays With The Dark One

O Saints, We Are The Traders Of Rama’s Name!

The Sap Of The Earth Has Spread Through The Branches

How Merrily The Girls Watch The Procession Of The Fine Young Groom!

When I Wake Up, The World Recedes From My Sight

Let Go Your Embrace For A While

The Sap Of The Earth Has Spread Through The Branches

Wayward Progeny Of A Lewd Whore

Little Hari, My Cute One

The Naive Milkmaid Goes Around Selling Hari!

We Are Like That

This Is Not The Way To Find The Essence Of Truth

This Cute Little Gokul

You Alone Are The Beginning

Passing For The Wise And Faking Wisdom

Saints, We Are The Traders Of Rama’s Name!

Gimme That Moon To Play With

With Absolute Joy

Kaanji, Kaanji Is What Everyone Calls You

The Bliss Of My Lord’s Closeness

In Damodar Lake

Unless And Until You Have Grasped The Essence Of The Self

I Went To Fetch Water From The Lake

I Woke Up All Of A Sudden From My Sleep

The Dark One Came Stealthily Last Night

The Dark One Turned To Gaze The Moonlike Face…

This Is How I Bewitched Him

Today Kanuda My Darling, Has Deserted Me!

Who Is It Playing ‘Panchama’ At My Door?

Last Night My Lord Went Away Seeing Me Asleep

Lift Your Veil, Mischievous Girl

Ma! The Dark Cobra With Pearl

My Lord, Embrace Me Deeply

No One Understands My State

Play ‘Raas’ With Us Love

Ravishing Is Her Youth Dear

Someone Silence That Bird

Let’s Go And Play Dear Friend

Sweet Flute, Tell Us What Austerities Have You Performed?

Tell Me Truly, My Dark Beloved

I’ll Tie You To My Bed With Garland Of Flowers

Listen, My Beautiful One

It’s My Beloved Over There At Midnight

Enjoy This Girl And Celebrate The Night!

Fair One, In The Middle Of The Night

Her Eyes Twinkle In The Veil Like The Light Of Dawn!

How Will I Worship You, Krishna

The Sea Of Ecstasy Has Ebbed And Gone, Dear Friend

As If It Was Rapture Of Rains Of Milk

At What Auspicious Hour Did You Stick To Me Like A Bindi , O Dark One?

Cherish Red, Love, For The Beautiful Season Is Tinged With Red!

Cover Me With A Blanket O Kanha,

Don’t Untie The Threads Of My Choli

Don’T Wake Me Up Vigorously, O Madhukar!

Cold, Cold Is My Bed In Winter!