What a wonder is that Nandanavan!
Where the melody of her voice filled the air,
Like honey flowing from a golden shore,
What a sight it must have been, beyond compare.
Adorned in robes of saffron hue,
With tender smiles on lips so true,
Girija, the river, with cascading grace,
Dyed herself in a golden embrace.
With lowered gaze and cheeks so red,
A golden vessel in her hands she spread,
The weight of youth, a crimson blush,
Adorned her forehead, a love-filled rush.
Her golden attire, a soft allure,
Languid, fragrant, so demure,
Amidst the lush greenery’s embrace,
A radiant beauty, the morning’s grace.
The joyful river, a gentle stream,
A tapestry of new dreams did gleam,
Each step adorned with endless blooms,
In the tranquil land, where love resumes.
Between the blades of grass so fine,
Where do they hide their wings divine?
In which serene grove does she compose,
Saraswati’s verses, in blissful prose?
In the meadow of love, youthful and fair,
Where joyous laughter filled the air,
What a wonder is that Nandanavan!
Upon the mountain’s verdant floor,
Lies a velvety carpet to explore,
New moon blossoms in splendid array,
At each step, they bloom and sway.
The river Nirjhara, its banks so clear,
Flowing gently, drawing near,
The melody of nature, tranquil and near,
The mountain’s ears, they could hear.
The romancing doe in the forest’s fold,
The playful fawn, their love untold,
What a wonder is that Nandanavan!
The tender earth, in her green attire,
Her voice echoed, a loving lyre,
Beneath the shade of a resplendent tree,
She hummed, a hymn of ecstasy.
The path embraced by dew-kissed blades,
As she danced, through the meadows’ shades,
Her feet kissed the earth so pure,
A necklace of blossoms, her allure.
In the shade of the towering trees,
With the soft rustling of leaves as keys,
The forest’s hymn, a divine chant,
As the mountains listened, enraptured, and silent.
The melodious cuckoo, the poet of trees,
The melodious songs carried on the breeze,
The tranquil forest, in meditative trance,
Listened to the music, in a graceful dance.
The doe’s melodious call, so sweet,
The young calf’s eager, rhythmic beat,
The trees whispered their secrets deep,
As the forest embraced its eternal sleep.
Wrapped in the embrace of nature’s song,
The forest, where she truly belonged,
What a wonder is that Nandanavan!
Giridhari’s feet, on the mountain’s crest,
Left their mark, a divine quest,
The river, Nirjhara, with passion did flow,
Carving verses of love, in its tender glow.
The tender leaves, the gentle breeze,
The forest echoed with melodies,
The dew-kissed grass, so tender and green,
The forest’s beauty, a timeless scene.
Amidst her friends, she hid and played,
Her tender form in the meadow laid,
The forest’s gentle, soothing lull,
As she sang, her heart’s desires full.
The forest echoed with her song,
As the birds joined in, a joyous throng,
What a wonder is that Nandanavan!
Which buds did she fill with her grace,
In your melodious embrace, what’s the place?
Which serene grove did she adorn,
With her love’s song, from night to morn?
The flow of emotions, an endless stream,
In the depths of her soul, a sweet dream,
The forest’s beauty, an eternal truth,
As it embraced the love of her youth.
Her radiant form, in the woods concealed,
Her tender love, to nature revealed,
The forest, a canvas for her art,
As she poured her love from her heart.
In the lap of the snowy mountains’ might,
She gazed at her reflection in the light,
As she longed for her beloved’s sight,
She dissolved, becoming one with the night.
One fateful day, the earth did shake,
She fled, a river, in a hurry to partake,
Concealed herself amid the reeds’ embrace,
Venturing forth, on destiny’s chase.
From the forest’s grove, she emerged anew,
With each step, her purpose she knew,
In the meadow’s embrace, she danced and spun,
A tale of “What a wonder is that Nandanavan!”
The land’s beauty clung to her like a glove,
From the mountain’s peak to the forest grove,
She adorned herself in nature’s attire,
In the garb of the river, her soul caught fire.
In the lap of the snowy Himalayan expanse,
She gazed upon her reflection, entranced,
In the thirst for her beloved’s sight,
She dissolved, merging into the night.
One fateful day, the earth did quake,
She fled, her heart in a fervent ache,
Concealing herself amidst the reeds’ sway,
Venturing forth, on a new path each day.
From the forest’s grove, she emerged anew,
With each step, her purpose she knew,
In the meadow’s embrace, she danced and spun,
A tale of “What a wonder is that Nandanavan!”
The land’s beauty clung to her like a glove,
From the mountain’s peak to the forest grove,
She adorned herself in nature’s attire,
In the garb of the river, her soul caught fire.
In the lap of the snowy Himalayan expanse,
She gazed upon her reflection, entranced,
In the thirst for her beloved’s sight,
She dissolved, merging into the night.
One fateful day, the earth did quake,
She fled, her heart in a fervent ache,
Concealing herself amidst the reeds’ sway,
Venturing forth, on a new path each day.
From the forest’s grove, she emerged anew,
With each step, her purpose she knew,
In the meadow’s embrace, she danced and spun,
A tale of “What a wonder is that Nandanavan!”
