In Mithila’s autumn glow,
From what dreamy realm did she descend?
Above, the cloudless sky so blue,
Below, mirrored lakes, serene and grand.
Northern horizon kissed by golden rays,
And silver hues in the river’s embrace,
The Mandakini’s banks in radiant grace,
Painted in shades of ethereal plays.
Her saree shimmering with dark hue,
Glistening like dewdrops in the morning’s cue,
On the right, Koshala stands tall,
While to the left, Banga’s voices call.
From the marshes to the bamboo’s sway,
Amidst the fields, and rivers’ bay,
A gentle breeze whispers through the day,
Mithila awakens in her verdant array.
She sings in the fields of golden wealth,
Dancing with joy in her vibrant health,
Green and lush, she blooms anew,
As sixteen-dressed Usha shines through.
The sun ascends the mountain’s crest,
Painting endless beauty on nature’s chest,
In the quiet woods, the brook’s caress,
While the endless river, Nirjhara, flows best.
The youthful forest, in its playful dance,
Where childhood laughter takes its chance,
What would Nandavan, that enchanted land, be?
In the tranquil groves, where you create sweet symphony?
Amidst the tranquil woods and glades,
Where the intoxicating aroma never fades,
With the dawn, the beauty does advance,
Sundari emerges, casting her enchanting trance.
The memories linger like an undying tune,
In Nandavan, under the golden moon,
The melodies, the sweetness, the bloom,
In the tranquil woods, where life does resume.
The rivers flow and the riverside bees,
Amidst the lotus petals, buzzing with ease,
Where do the peacocks spread their feathers,
In which peaceful hermitage do you weave these leis?
Lost in the meadows, on the river’s shore,
Beneath the serene sky, Nandavan’s lore,
The gentle waters kiss the sand and stones,
As endless footprints on the path, love condones.
The forest surrounds in verdant embrace,
Birds sing sweetly with delicate grace,
In the tranquil woods, the mountains eavesdrop,
As your songs from the groves continuously erupt.
The deer roam gracefully through the glen,
Young ones sip from their mother’s den,
Rishi’s children playfully pick their share,
While the sacred rivers bless the land everywhere.
Among the trees, by the river’s side,
Vasanti paints her vivid pride,
With every step, on the river’s bend,
Infinite blooms, on each path they send.
With tender touch, the wind does play,
Among the tall grass, a gentle sway,
And the land adorned with vibrant attire,
Sings the melody of nature’s desire.
In the shade of trees, they find their love,
Two souls entwined, like hand in glove,
Under the sky so pure and blue,
In the serene woods, where dreams come true.
Koyal’s song, in the silent night,
Echoing in the moon’s soft light,
In the depths of your imagination,
You compose a song, a pure dedication.
The riverside remains tranquil and still,
The moonlit night with a subtle thrill,
The world is bathed in serene moonbeams,
As Nandavan turns into a realm of dreams.
Oh, the land of Mithila, so divine,
Where beauty and grace eternally shine,
In the midst of nature’s bountiful spree,
Mithila, you are a paradise to see.
Kisari’s tale, the first dawn’s light,
What I witnessed last night, I write,
Pure season’s laughter, so bright,
Chandani’s visage gracing the night.
An untouched river in sandy sheen,
Birds remain quiet, unseen,
A hush of peace in every home,
While Chandani’s glory does bloom.
A world painted in lush green,
From the rivers to the bamboo screen,
A gentle breeze stirs the air,
Has Vasudha found her share?
Singing in the fields, amid the harvest’s cheer,
Pariyos with flowing hair appear,
From which dreamy realm do they descend?
Mithila’s image they create, and transcend.
The story of Sharat-Nisha, shall I tell?
What I saw that night, do you wish to dwell?
The pristine season’s joyous face,
Chandani dresses in radiant grace,
Madrasa, Vikal, in its intoxication,
In its own delight, lost in sensation.
Gandaki’s calmness, hidden in the sands,
Silent birds in their quiet bands,
“Silent, silent” resonates the calm,
Chandani watches, gracing every palm,
Yes, trembling in the lush green,
The enigmatic Usha appears serene.
In the laughter of the gushing stream,
Innocence sips from mother’s dream,
The Rishi’s children, one by one,
Delight in the sprinkling sun.
Under the tree’s shade, friends do gather,
Virahini Shakuntala, her heart a feather,
Hidden amidst the leaves above,
Your songs fill the peaceful grove.
The sacred chant of the forest,
The memory of childhood, purest,
A silent tapovan, a realm so divine,
Oh, Nandavan, your charm, your sign!
Which buds have adorned you, Shyama,
In your sweet melodious drama?
Which heavenly nymph taught you to sing,
The trembling notes, the rhythm’s swing?
This flow of emotions, an inner tide,
The sweet melody from deep inside,
In which heavenly vision have you found,
Sakhis, the celestial song’s resounding sound?
With her feet in the river, the pariah seen,
Where golden fish swim in between,
Bathing, playing, in the pristine water,
Usha, the enchanting beauty, her radiant daughter.
Golden rays caress the mountain’s base,
As young trees embrace their grace,
In the pristine river, Usha paints her hues,
With every step, a world of flowers she strews.
In the midst of reeds and waters, where do they take wing,
Drenched in the river, oh, what beauty they bring?
In which tranquil forest do they compose their song,
Singing amidst the lotus pads, all day long?
Oh, the beauty of the tranquil woods,
Where nature’s charm forever intrudes,
Amidst the fields and river’s shore,
Life’s vibrant essence, you explore.
Mithila, adorned in autumn’s glow,
From which dreamy realm did she flow?
Above, the azure sky so vast,
Below, mirrored lakes in beauty cast.
Northern horizon kissed by dawn’s embrace,
The river Mandakini’s silver grace,
Golden rays crown the mountain’s brow,
And the feet of the goddess in the river flow.
In her beauty, she reflects the sacred stream,
As Mithila awakens in a golden dream,
The scent of blossoms fills the air,
In this divine land, beyond compare.
With dark tendrils in her wavy hair,
She outshines the moon, oh so fair,
On the right, Koshala stands tall,
To the left, Banga’s voices call.
From the marshes to the bamboo’s sway,
Amidst the fields, and rivers’ bay,
A gentle breeze whispers through the day,
Mithila awakens in her verdant
array.
In the meadows, Vasanti’s tune,
Underneath the golden harvest’s moon,
Green and lush, she blooms anew,
As sixteen-dressed Usha shines through.
On the mountain’s peak, the sun ascends,
A masterpiece of beauty, nature blends,
In the tranquil woods, the river flows,
And the world in her beauty peacefully glows.
The youthful forest, in its playful dance,
Where childhood laughter takes its chance,
What would Nandavan, that enchanted land, be?
In the tranquil groves, where you create sweet symphony?
Amidst the tranquil woods and glades,
Where the intoxicating aroma never fades,
With the dawn, the beauty does advance,
Sundari emerges, casting her enchanting trance.
The memories linger like an undying tune,
In Nandavan, under the golden moon,
The melodies, the sweetness, the bloom,
In the tranquil woods, where life does resume.
The rivers flow and the riverside bees,
Amidst the lotus petals, buzzing with ease,
Where do the peacocks spread their feathers,
In which peaceful hermitage do you weave these leis?
Lost in the meadows, on the river’s shore,
Beneath the serene sky, Nandavan’s lore,
The gentle waters kiss the sand and stones,
As endless footprints on the path, love condones.
The forest surrounds in verdant embrace,
Birds sing sweetly with delicate grace,
In the tranquil woods, the mountains eavesdrop,
As your songs from the groves continuously erupt.
The deer roam gracefully through the glen,
Young ones sip from their mother’s den,
Rishi’s children playfully pick their share,
While the sacred rivers bless the land everywhere.
Among the trees, by the river’s side,
Vasanti paints her vivid pride,
With every step, on the river’s bend,
Infinite blooms, on each path they send.
With tender touch, the wind does play,
Among the tall grass, a gentle sway,
And the land adorned with vibrant attire,
Sings the melody of nature’s desire.
In the shade of trees, they find their love,
Two souls entwined, like hand in glove,
Under the sky so pure and blue,
In the serene woods, where dreams come true.
Koyal’s song, in the silent night,
Echoing in the moon’s soft light,
In the depths of your imagination,
You compose a song, a pure dedication.
The riverside remains tranquil and still,
The moonlit night with a subtle thrill,
The world is bathed in serene moonbeams,
As Nandavan turns into a realm of dreams.
Oh, the land of Mithila, so divine,
Where beauty and grace eternally shine,
In the midst of nature’s bountiful spree,
Mithila, you are a paradise to see.
Kisari’s tale, the first dawn’s light,
What I witnessed last night, I write,
Pure season’s laughter, so bright,
Chandani’s visage gracing the night.
An untouched river in sandy sheen,
Birds remain quiet, unseen,
A hush of peace in every home,
While Chandani’s glory does bloom.
A world painted in lush green,
From the rivers to the bamboo screen,
A gentle breeze stirs the air,
Has Vasudha found her share?
Singing in the fields, amid the harvest’s cheer,
Pariyos with flowing hair appear,
From which dreamy realm do they descend?
Mithila’s image they create, and transcend.
The story of Sharat-Nisha, shall I tell?
What I saw that night, do you wish to dwell?
The pristine season’s joyous face,
Chandani dresses in radiant grace,
Madrasa, Vikal, in its intoxication,
In its own delight, lost in sensation.
Gandaki’s calmness, hidden in the sands,
Silent birds in their quiet bands,
“Silent, silent” resonates the calm,
Chandani watches, gracing every palm,
Yes, trembling in the lush green,
The enigmatic Usha appears serene.
In the laughter of the gushing stream,
Innocence sips from mother’s dream,
The Rishi’s children, one by one,
Delight in the sprinkling sun.
Under the tree’s shade, friends do gather,
Virahini Shakuntala, her heart a feather,
Hidden amidst the leaves above,
Your songs fill the peaceful grove.
The sacred chant of the forest,
The memory of childhood, purest,
A silent tapovan, a realm so divine,
Oh, Nandavan, your charm, your sign!
Which buds have adorned you, Shyama,
In your sweet melodious drama?
Which heavenly nymph taught you to sing,
The trembling notes, the rhythm’s swing?
This flow of emotions, an inner tide,
The sweet melody from deep inside,
In which heavenly vision have you found,
Sakhis, the celestial song’s resounding sound?
With her feet in the river, the pariah seen,
Where golden fish swim in between,
Bathing, playing, in the pristine water,
Usha, the enchanting beauty, her radiant daughter.
Golden rays caress the mountain’s base,
As young trees embrace their grace,
In the pristine river, Usha paints her hues,
With every step, a world of flowers she strews.
In the midst of reeds and waters, where do they take wing,
Drenched in the river
