The dark one turned to gaze the moonlike face of the jewel among beauties,
Their eyes met, their desolation ended, the lord pleaded
And took the other half of his self close to him.
Putting her arms around him, the girl with a ravishing face said,
‘Thou art my life,’
The lord replied,
‘Thou art my embellishment, my garland,
In thee alone am I absorbed and thou alone sway my soul.’
The dark one turned to gaze the moonlike face of the jewel among beauties,
Their eyes met, their desolation ended, the lord pleaded
And took the other half of his self close to him.
‘Thou art forever beloved of my very breath, gorgeous one,
My pride, my fawn-eyed girl, I promise thee
Even if we do not see each other,
Your reflection will forever be in my heart.’
The dark one turned to gaze the moonlike face of the jewel among beauties,
Their eyes met, their desolation ended, the lord pleaded
And took the other half of his self close to him.
Blessed is this beautiful girl, the most desirable,
Whom Krishna himself praises,
The very Godhead on whom the likes of Shiva and Virancha meditate,
Narsaiyya’s Lord is the ocean of bliss, is indeed praising himself!
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