Today, i stood on the rims of my window,
Seeing, the greens all around rejoicing in a row-
The rain was coming down- up to below;
And, in that blue sky, Your complexion was shown!
The plants were rejoicing,
They were afterall in an exercise of nourishing;
But, they were also at the sky glancing,
At the sight of their Lord's complexion, revelling.
And, when i asked them if that was what they really meant,
Touched my face a gentle breeze, with a beautiful scent:
At that moment, i (joyfully) wept, (i thought it was a yes)
The rain had, indeed, my anxieties swept!
Oh dear! There was a thunder so loud,
The rain's son's name, it is a custom to say aloud;
But i thought, how Arjuna, was to You bound-
And, then , i just revelled in the sound.
If the rain was Your association-
Parthasarathy, Partha experienced it to perfection:
You actually spoke to Him, and thus thinking-
Here, i am, on my window sill stretching, raindrop-collecting.
The thunder struck again-
This time, with the chorus of torrential rain:
Till now, it had been quite melliflous a downpour
Perhaps You were riding the sky, that's why the water, in eagerness, flowed.
