Karunamayi (Woman of Mercy) --Karunasri
Why did you leave in the
midnight, My lord?
Had you awakened me and said,
“ lady! I’m going to draw the lines of fortune of new man
Would I have stopped you? Am I so stupid?
Lord , an ocean of love , bearer of badabagni for universal
welfare
Left for the forests without telling me
Oh, stars beautiful !
Ascend the sky and
Scan the four corners
and inform me his whereabouts.
While I lost myself in deep sleep on the bed of love sweet
I was torn asunder from my husband
By misfortune with a heart petrified.
Could I find in the
world
Smiles spread by his cheeks red and delicate
Mercy shining in his eyes like lotus
Love and affection in
lips tender and sweet
Does poor Yasodhara have such fortune?
Being a man, you
abandoned home, my Lord!
Would this world spare me if I had done so?
Would not every atom in the universe
Have warned me at every step in the name of
honour?
Handsome man of colour gold
With shining cheeks and merciful eyes
Oh, Moon! Where’s my
mesmerizing lord of love
Does he ever remember
me a little?
The blooming flowers
with nectar lukewarm
Welcome the Sun in great elation
Where’ve you gone lord of my heart!
Have Your eyes chatting with the dawn chosen desertion?
Throwing the then dreams of artistic joy
Fate pushed me behind the veil
And sowed the thorns in my path
Could I not act an anonymous role if not of heroine?
How to confine the
moon
Who shines on the world in a home!
How to hide the pole star
That offers the brightest future to the world!
How to retain the
universal riches
In the walls
of a palace!
How to hold the vast ocean of knowledge
Behind the scarf on my shoulder!
How to shackle the Sun day and night
In the palace
studded with gems
How to imprison the
man of love
In the
province of my embrace tight !
Our hearts shaken
On seeing the horse that returned empty
Fainted my in-laws
Friends sobbed wildly with faces sorrowful.
Channa came with
teary eyes
And told that the lord took Sanyasa
Stayed in the forest
And carried on Tapas.
Go not towards that forest, darling!
The cobras
young might hiss
Climb not that hill, lord of my heart
You might slip on
edges rough
Bathe not in that tributary, my husband!
Whirlpools might be lurking there
Touch not the edges of the grass, my lord!
Tender fingers
might get split
My lord! Munch not those raw vegetables
Your teeth might suffer pain
Wear not clothes made of bark of trees
They might hurt to your form handsome .
Victory to you, lord!
Spurning the
ornaments , wearing the saffron robes
You walked the forest
paths
Probing truth and forgoing life of pleasures.
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