The Song of Love

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The Song of Love

The song of Love

Is an unending Melody

It’s roots lie in the Joy of the song

And the harping on the strings

Is the Gift divine

The Grace of the Guru.

The song has you in thrall, narinder !

It is not your singing.

The dancing of your feet is the Bliss of the song

It is not your dancing.

To the breath of Krishna bows narinder

For, His breath indeed is the Song.

And, to the Silent Song of Govinda*,

narinder’s feet tap in rhythm

While the clap of one hand

Reverberates in the Universe

As the soundless sound of OM !

(*another name for Krishna )

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