Narsimha Mehta

It's My Beloved Over There At Midnight

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It's My Beloved Over There At Midnight

It's my beloved over there at midnight, Playing his mellifluous flute! Overwhelmed with mad desire I rush To the rendezvous of Vrindavan! It's my beloved over there at midnight, Playing his mellifluous flute! Regardless of my in-laws reproach, I put on my ornaments And I went out to worship my Jadava And to play ras all night long! It's my beloved over there at midnight, Playing his mellifluous flute! Absolute bliss it was, I drank the beloved of Laxmi with my eyes to my heart's content! By beholding Narsaiyya's Lord I soothed the intense pain of desolation! It's my beloved over there at midnight Playing his mellifluous flute!