Serve me the draught of love's ambrosia <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers! <br />This futile threshing of arid philosophies tastes so insipid! <br />These emaciated cattle crave merely the dry husk, <br />They pine not for the ultimate liberation! <br />Serve me the draught of love's ambrosia <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers! <br /> <br />Parikshit could not grasp the secret of Love, <br />Sukaji knowingly hid this flavor of love, <br />And wrote the book with penance and austerity, <br />Showing us the royal road to liberation! <br />Serve me the draught of love's ambrosia <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers! <br /> <br />You killed and emancipated many demons, <br />Released countless saints and yogis, <br />Your love also possessed the gopis of Vraj <br />And even your true devotee, the rare connoisseur! <br />Serve me the draught of love's ambrosia! <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers! <br /> <br />Most endearing is the way of love <br />For the lovelorn beings can be quenched only by love! <br />By singing his sweet exploits <br />The vessel sets a sail brimming with the ultimate joy! <br />Serve me the draught of love's ambrosia <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers! <br /> <br />I have grasped the Gopinath's glorious hand <br />And nothing tastes as sweet! <br />Narsaiyyo yearns for this way and the knowledge of love <br />Which the monks or Satis could never dream of! <br />Serve me the draught of Love's ambrosia <br />One bedecked with peacock feathers!<br /><br />Narsinh Mehta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serve-me-the-draught-of-love-s-ambrosia/
