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Fascinating were her eyes, more mellifluous than the moon, absorbed into
affection. Like an earthen pot of prestige was her face. The earth around
was like a lake and she seemed like a lily handsome and fragrant, smiling,
therein. Emotion and devotion, beauty and purity, like the waters of the
Ganga and Yamuna flowed from her limbs.
Like the youthful poetry of the poet of poets of the globe she
seemed to be fresh and delightful.
Her hair reached to her feet. Sweet smiles adorned her lips. Oh,
the earth was surely enriched by her clad in charming clean clothes.
She was resting in the Malti bower. Flowers had prepared her
bedstead and the god of wind was fanning incessantly for her.
Our eyes met at golden time of sunrise and I couldn’t imagine why
but her eyes brimming over with emotion radiated with rays of love.
Those tender, elegant eyes asked me: ‘Will you marry me? I am an
apostle of love. Love between man and man, man and nature, man and the
master. I am the mother of all sorts of love. Will you offer me a corner
in your generous heart?’
‘But what purpose do you intend to serve by staying in my little
heart?’
‘That need not bother you. You are eminently suited to me and by
manifesting myself in your humble heart my mission will be fulfilled. Are
you willing?’
A smile lit up my lips like a rainbow in the sky. Her beauty was
undoubtedly beyond comparison; her words were also incomparable,
supernatural and sweet.
‘What shall I acquire thereby?’ I asked further.
‘Peace, joy and immeasurable pain’, came the reply. ‘That very
pain, restlessness or pangs of separation will enable you to enter the
divine temple of liberation and accomplish innumerable deeds helpful to
humanity.’
‘Well my goddess, I shall enshrine you in my heart, praise you and
your great glory in my poems, keep evergreen our present glorious meeting’s
memory in the form of a perfumed poetic garland that will never wither.’
With a smile of satisfaction she got up and disappeared. Her last
words were: ‘Don’t suffocate me by the narrowness of “You”. I shall get
fresh by the lovely rain of “Thou”. In your lovely life I shall manifest
myself a number of times.’ |
