Terrified am I at the sight of the dark clouds……..
Terrified am I at the sight of the dark clouds,
I am frightened seeing them.
How these black and yellow clouds rise
and rain!
Whithersoever I go, the place with water
is surrounded,‘ the earth is all turned green.
She, whose Lord dwells in, a foreign land,
stands, wet, waiting outside for ‘her
Dear One.
Miré’s Lord, is Hari, the. Indestructible,
with Whom she is in genuine love.
Rain the clouds in the month of Sravana…………….
Rain the clouds in the month of Sravana,Ah! the clouds of Sravana, the heart-
captivating clouds
In Srfivana my heart heaves up,
As hears it the approach of Dear Hari.
Come the clouds gathering from all sides.
Shivers the lightning heralding the
approach of rain-bearing clouds.
In tiny drops falls the rain and blows the
fragrant breeze, cool and pleasant.
Mira’s Lord, Giradhara Négara,
The time is arrived for us to sing a
glorious welcome.
I hear the sound of the approach of Hari………….
I hear the sound of the approach of Hari.
The heights I climb, 0 friend,
When shall the Dear One arrive.
The frog, the peacock, Papaiya,
And the Cuckoo strike melodious notes.
On all sides Indra rises, and as it rains,
The lightning gives up her modesty.
The earth has assumed ever new fonns,
To meet Indra, its beloved.
Mira Lord is Hari, the enternal.
Pray meet her soon.
Writer – Bankey Behari