Narsimha Mehta

The Sap Of The Earth Has Spread Through The Branches

The sap of the earth has spread through the branches, The god of love in the eyes has come to dwell. . . ! Filling the breasts with voluptuous love to brim, The connoisseur, the Master of the god of pleasures has indeed arrived! The sap of the earth has spread through the branches, The god of love in the eyes has come to dwell. . . ! He has turned things bottom side up, this lord with the garland of flowers, The one with incomparable might, he has conferred upon this girl The sweet ambrosia of the entire universe! The sap of the earth has spread through the branches The god of love in the eyes has come to dwell. . . ! Amazing strength he has given to this frail woman While cowardice he has reserved for the most manly of men Upon her, he has conferred the laughter of the forest creepers And in her voice he has put the music of koels! The sap of the earth has spread through the branches The god of love in the eyes has come to dwell. . . ! He may have reserved Yoga and austerities for the detached yogis But the sheer enjoyment he has in store only for his lovers. Penance and rituals he has reserved for the insensitive ones But the joy of singing our lord's praises, he has kept for Narsinh! The sap of the earth has spread through the branches The god of love in the eyes has come to dwell. . . !