Narsimha Mehta

Serve Me The Draught Of Love's Ambrosia

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