The peacock calls and his voice resounds Moving his head in forward jerking starts Going about his planned diurnal rounds Moving steadily down from a tree departs
Landing on the soil of earth once more But when his fan is spread, upon my eyes I see Krishna dancing as before When I was there with the Gods in paradise.
Will I see him in his home again Or walk with him among the gentle kine Will he appear on earth to earthly men Will his entrancing flute-song be our sign
Or is he already here and filled with care We see him not in the resplendent air.
Poems Undated (1727)
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