The garlands of my breath
This is based freely on the great female saint Mirabai’s ‘Sanson ki mala pe simrun main pe ka naam’, famously recorded by the legendary vocalist Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X625utdX85c
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
Lover! Be in front of my eyes,
be held safe in my heart.
I cannot see anyone else
and I wish you were as blind.
Don’t leave my arms before
love for you leaves my heart.
The town where you live is more
beautiful than the blue of the sky.
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
This is my praise!
These are my prayers!
A lover adores one Lover in the temple,
another adores Another in the mosque.
But love drowns me so deeply in colour
that the second and the first are the same.
When Radha met Krishna
love turned their senses into one and
Krishna was Radha and
Radha became Krishna.
Singing Your name on a lover’s prayer-beads,
Krishna, singing, you become me.
There’s no point in any of our work,
except thinking of love for our Lovers.
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
This is based freely on the great female saint Mirabai’s ‘Sanson ki mala pe simrun main pe ka naam’, famously recorded by the legendary vocalist Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X625utdX85c
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
Lover! Be in front of my eyes,
be held safe in my heart.
I cannot see anyone else
and I wish you were as blind.
Don’t leave my arms before
love for you leaves my heart.
The town where you live is more
beautiful than the blue of the sky.
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
This is my praise!
These are my prayers!
A lover adores one Lover in the temple,
another adores Another in the mosque.
But love drowns me so deeply in colour
that the second and the first are the same.
When Radha met Krishna
love turned their senses into one and
Krishna was Radha and
Radha became Krishna.
Singing Your name on a lover’s prayer-beads,
Krishna, singing, you become me.
There’s no point in any of our work,
except thinking of love for our Lovers.
Breaths rolling over my lips like
the beads of a rosary,
garlands of prayers twisting over fingers,
I remember my Lover’s Name.
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