Posted by K SRINIVASAN on September 27, 2007 at 04:15:51:

 In Reply to: Re: english translation of china chir keeliye-bharatiyaar's song posted by K SRINIVASAN on September 27, 2007 at 03:49:47:

 My little, flitting bird;My soul's dear treasury;Thou dost upliftmy life/To pride from misery. 2)Sweet infant dew of love!Image of living god! Honey, that tripping comes That I may there enfold! 3) My soul leaps in delight/To see thee speed to me; And flies out to embrace/Thee frisking merrily; 4) A kiss upon thy brow/With pride doth make me swell;With thrills I listen, when/Of thee myneighbours tell; 5) Thy cheek against my lips, is to my heart like wine.Sweet frenzy 'tis to hold'/Thee close,O darling mine 6)A flush upon thy face/On me doth sorrow cast; Thy knitted brow doth make My pained heart flutter fast; 7)A tear thou lettest fall/Is blood spilt from my heart;Dear apple of mine eye,/Myprecious life that art! 8) With infant lisping sweet/Thou conqurest my woes; Thy pearly smile doth being/My angered heart repose 9)What wondrous lore of books/Is pleasant like to these?/Thy love,is such love known/To any Deity? 10)What gem like thee is fair/To wear upon my breast?/What wealth, but thou, could bless/Mylife with love and rest?
 

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