Love Indians poetry
Indian love poems
Krishna: - A happy day for me today!
I saw my love as she was bathing
A stream of water flowed from her hair
The clouds scattered light pearl necklaces!
She rubbed her beautiful face eagerly,
As if she was cleaning a golden mirror
Revealed both of her breasts
The inverted golden cups looked like.
Free she let her belt fall
Which was still the limit of my longing
Krishna: - Wherever your twin feet
W.o always keep your beautiful eyes open,
Do you see the white water lilies blooming!
Wherever her easy laughter sounds bright,
The nectar itself becomes sour with envy:
Where their sidelong glances meet, fly
Myriads of God Madan's love arrows!
A moment of gazing at such beauty
Enough to extinguish the three worlds:
And if I can only see her again
So sadness and sadness would vanish!
Vidyapati says: Well, for your sake,
Yes, to love you, I want to bring the maiden.
R.adha: - How should I tell about Kanu's beauty?
How should I describe the dream figure?
His lovely image resembles the young cloud,
His yellow robe to the shining lightning.
So black, so black his wavy hair
The peacock feather so close to the moon!
Scented of ketaki and jasmine,
That Madan throws the flower arrows.
Vidyapati asks: What else should I say?
Nature has exhausted the treasures of God Madan!
R.adha: - I wanted Kanu to see
When I saw him, I was filled with fear.
Since then I've always been in love and foolish
And don't know what I'm saying, what I'm doing.
Constant rain dripped from my eyes
And my heart kept beating tick-tock.
I do not know what forced me to look at him,
Now my life is in the other hand.
How do I say what the dear thief did to me,
He stole my heart at first sight and left
But leaving he showed me so much love
That I, alas! can not forget!
"Listen, dear girl," says Vidyapati,
"Patience, you will meet Murari soon."
S.akhi: - Can I tell your first love?
Until they saw each other for the first time
How many joys became incessant
Awake in both hearts!
But than the arrow
Love cruelly pierced her breast
Only one desire remained in both hearts.
When their souls are united, become
You stay there forever; just shame
Separate them now.
Don't try to hide
How cruelly the God of love defeats you!
Because your eyes tremble and confess
That the virgin no longer belongs to herself,
And the young man consecrates himself the only one.
Oh, both bodies are longing to fade away
Under the breath of the winds of Malays
With moon rays and cool lotus leaves.
How long will they be, what unbearable,
Bear? they are moved so deeply
Stay forever? of their sense not master?
Neither tells the other his deep longing,
Because both young hearts are full of pride.
Hark Nath the poet sings this, and its king
Lakshmisvar Sib well understands the meaning.
Krishna: - Your hair puts the yak to shame, the high mountain sinks down to the valley,
For fear of your face the moon fades in the sky,
The antelope your gaze, the Kokil your voice shies,
Before your royal walk, the elephant hides in the forest:
What did you not come and talk to me, you fair girl, more beautiful than May?
All of these, you see, have fled so far for fear of you
And should you now again, beloved, be afraid of me?
The lily bud is lined with envy on the splendor of your breasts in the pond,
While the ball-shaped jug jumps voluntarily into the fire.
The honey apple does not dare to come down, nor the grenade,
You stay wise on your branch - and Shambu drinks its sharp poison.
The golden lily stem does not rise, it knows how beautiful your arm,
Frightened by your fingers, every flower stem trembles and trembles!
Vidyapati the poet asks: How many love charms should
I still repeat that everyone tuned to this one tone.
R.adha: - How do I, dear friend, give you all my grief back?
Ah, Krishna's playing on the flute pours poison through all my limbs:
Urgent, wooing, sweetly imploring, I hear it pleading melodically,
And body and soul want to pass away in bitter shame.
In the highest moments, when the cup will overflow,
Do I have to close my hot eyes so that nobody notices:
When wild waves flood through me in my parents' circles,
I pull my dress tight and tighter around the body's fear of gluten.
Quietly, quietly I have to sneak through the house full of bitter worries,
Although a kind fate has probably hidden my secret,
But my being is enchanted, and my belt slides, slides - -
What can the poet say here where fate is preparing?
>>continue to part 5 - celtic love poems
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