In whom longing for the Beloved hath taken abode, <br />Every moment his body becometh feeble and enervated. <br />A stream of tears constantly flows from his eyes; <br />The pangs of pain ceaselessly smart his body and mind. <br /> <br />Like rivers in Sawan and Bhadon, overflows the stream of my love. <br />Day and night I long for Him and tears fall like incessant rain. <br /> <br />The pain for my Beloved increasingly penetrates my being every moment; <br />My attention can be transfixed on nought but him, <br />Even as the moon bird never gets satiated by looking at the moon. <br /> <br />Dark clouds gather and burst with thunder, and lightning dazzles the eyes. <br />The peacock crows in delight and the rain bird sings his longing. <br />I yearn for thee evermore, my body keeps wasting away in anguish. <br /> <br />When I listen to the Sound, I lose my patience and I write to my Beloved. <br />With mind and soul as my couriers, I send my message to His inaccessible abode. <br /> <br />When I hear the tidings of His well-being, <br />My heart is filled with love and delight. <br />Ever since this yearning for the Lord has taken hold of me, <br />I have severed all connections with the world. <br /> <br />[Translation by S. L. Sondhi]<br /><br />Goswami Tulsidas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rainy-season-5/
