{"id":3258,"date":"2013-07-13T01:47:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3258"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:47:00","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:47:00","slug":"05-selected-pomes-of-chandidas-vol-poems-from-bengali","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/02-other-editions\/poems-from-bengali\/05-selected-pomes-of-chandidas-vol-poems-from-bengali","title":{"rendered":"-05_Selected Pomes of Chandidas.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSelected Poems<\/font><\/i> <\/font><\/b>\n<\/p>\n

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\nCHANDIDAS
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LOVE, but my words are vain as air!\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

In my sweet joyous youth, a heart untried,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Thou took’st me in Love’s sudden snare,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Thou wouldst not let me in my home abide.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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And now I have nought else to try,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

But I will make my soul one strong desire\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And into Ocean leaping die:\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

So shall my heart be cooled of all its fire.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Die and be born to life again\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

As Nanda’s son, the joy of Braja’s girls,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And I will make thee Radha then,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

A laughing child’s face set with lovely curls.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Then I will love thee and then leave;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Under the codome’s boughs when thou goest by\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Bound to the water morn or eve,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Lean on that tree fluting melodiously.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Thou shalt hear me and fall at sight\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Under my charm; my voice shall wholly move\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Thy simple girl’s heart to delight;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Then shalt thou know the bitterness of love.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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\nII\n<\/p>\n

O
\n\t<\/i>LOVE, what more shall I, shall Radha speak, <\/span>\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\tSince <\/span>mortal words are weak?
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\n\tIn life, in death,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tIn being and in breath <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tNo other lord but thee can Radha seek. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t<\/p>\n

About thy feet the mighty net is wound\n\t<\/p>\n

Wherein my soul they bound;\n\t<\/p>\n

Myself resigned\n\t<\/p>\n

To servitude my mind;\n\t<\/p>\n

My heart than thine no sweeter slavery found.\n\t<\/p>\n

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I, Radha, thought; through the three worlds my gaze\n\t<\/p>\n

I sent in wild amaze;\n\t<\/p>\n

I was alone.\n\t<\/p>\n

None called me "Radha!", none;\n\t<\/p>\n

I saw no hand to clasp, no friendly face.\n\t<\/p>\n

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I sought my father’s house; my father’s sight\n\t<\/p>\n

Was empty of delight;\n\t<\/p>\n

No tender friend\n\t<\/p>\n

Her loving voice would lend;\n\t<\/p>\n

My cry came back unanswered from the night.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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Therefore to this sweet sanctuary I brought\n\t<\/p>\n

My chilled and
\n\t<\/span>shuddering thought. <\/p>\n

Ah, suffer,
\n\tsweet<\/span>, <\/p>\n

To thy most faultless feet\n\t<\/p>\n

That I should cling unchid; ah, spurn me not!\n\t<\/p>\n

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Spurn me not, dear, from thy beloved breast.\n\t<\/p>\n

A woman weak, unblest.\n\t<\/p>\n

Thus let me cling,\n\t<\/p>\n

Thus, thus about my king\n\t<\/p>\n

And thus remain caressing and caressed.\n\t<\/p>\n

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I, Radha, thought; without my life’s sweet lord,<\/p>\n

\u2014Strike now thy mightiest chord\u2014\n\t<\/p>\n

I had no power\n\t<\/p>\n

To live one simple hour;\n\t<\/p>\n

His absence slew my soul as with a sword.\n\t<\/p>\n

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If one brief moment steal thee from mine eyes,\n\t<\/p>\n

My heart within me dies.\n\t<\/p>\n

As girls who keep\n\t<\/p>\n

The treasures of the deep,\n\t<\/p>\n

I string thee round my neck and on my bosom prize.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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O
\n\t\t\t\t<\/i>HEART, my heart, a heavy pain is thine!\n<\/p>\n

What land is that where none doth know\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Love’s cruel name nor any word of sin?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

My heart, there let us go.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Friend of my soul, who then has called love sweet?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Laughing I called from heavenly spheres\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The sweet love close; he came with flying feet\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And turned my life to tears.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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What highborn girl, exiling virgin pride,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Has wooed love to her with a laugh?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

His fires shall burn her as in harvest-tide\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The mowers burn the chaff.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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O heart, my heart, merry thy sweet youth ran\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

In fields where no love was; thy breath\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Is anguish, since his cruel reign began.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

What other cure but death?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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