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\nLove-Mad<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe Realisation of God in all things by the<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nVision of Divine Love<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe poetic image used in the following verses is characteristically Indian. The mother of a love-stricken girl (symbolising the human soul
\nyearning to merge into the Godhead) is complaining to her friends of the sad plight of her child whom love for Krishna has rendered “mad”
\n\u2014 the effect of the “madness” being that in all things she is able to see nothing but forms of Krishna, the ultimate Spirit of the universe. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSeated, she caresses Earth and cries “This Earth is Vishnu’s;”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSalutes the sky and bids us “behold the Heaven He ruleth;”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr standing with tear-filled eyes cries aloud “O sea-hued Lord!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll helpless am I, my friends, my child He has rendered mad.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(1)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOr joining her hands she fancies “the Sea where my Lord reposes!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr hailing the ruddy Sun she cries: “Yes, this is His form,”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLanguid, she bursts into tears and mutters Narayan’s name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI am dazed at the things she is doing, my gazelle, my child shaped god-like.  <\/span><\/p>\n

\n(2)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nKnowing, she embraces red Fire, is scorched and cries “O Deathless!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd she hugs the Wind; “‘Tis my own Govinda,” she tells us.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe smells of the honied Tulsi, my gazelle-like child. Ah me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow many the pranks she plays for my sinful eyes to behold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(3)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe rising moon she showeth, “‘Tis the shining gem-hued Krishna!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr, eyeing the standing hill, she cries: “O come, high Vishnu!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt rains; and she dances and cries out “He hath come, the God of my love!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO the mad conceits He hath given to my tender, dear one!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(4)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe soft-limbed calf she embraces, for “Such did Krishna tend,”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd follows the gliding serpent, explaining “That is His couch.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI know not where this will end, this folly’s play in my sweet one<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfflicted, ay, for my sins, by Him, the Divine Magician.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(5)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhere tumblers dance with their pots, she runs and cries “Govinda;”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt the charming notes of a flute she faints, for “Krishna, He playeth.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen
\ncowherd dames bring butter, she is sure it was tasted by Him, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo mad for the Lord who sucked out the Demoness’ life through her bosom!  <\/span><\/p>\n

\n(6)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn rising madness she raves, “All worlds are by Krishna made”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd she runs after folk ash-smeared; forsooth, they serve high Vishnu!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr she looks at the fragrant Tulsi and claims Narayan’s garland.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe is ever for Vishnu, my darling, or in, or out of her wits.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(7)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAnd in all your wealthy princes she but sees the Lord of Lakshmi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt the sight of beautiful colours, she cries, “O my Lord world-scanning!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all the shrines in the land, to her, are shrines of Vishnu.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn awe and in love, unceasing, she adores the feet of that Wizard. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n(8)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll Gods and saints are Krishna \u2014 Devourer of infinite Space!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the huge, dark clouds are Krishna; all fain would she fly to reach them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the kine, they graze on the meadow and thither she runs to find Him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Lord of Illusions, He makes my dear one pant and rave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(9)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLanguid she stares around her or gazes afar into space;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe sweats and with eyes full of tears she sighs and faints away;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRising, she speaks but His name and cries, “Do come, O Lord.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAh, what shall I do with my poor child o’erwhelmed by this maddest<\/span><\/p>\n

\nlove? <\/span><\/p>\n

\n(10)<\/span><\/p>\n

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