बहके हुए थे हम, तूने और पिला दी
फिर ऐसे झूमे हम, कि लोग कहने लगे शराबी
पी न थी प्यालों से हमने, होश फिर भी उड़े थे
नयनों की थी बात, खुशबू वहाँ तो उडी थी
न थी कोई आस, प्यास फिर भी बढ़ी थी
दिल की थी बात दिल से, न कोई जुबान थी
जिस्मानी न थी कोई प्यास, उदासी फिर भी नहीं थी
सोचा न था कभी हमने, बात ऐसे ही बढ़ी थी
- संत श्री अल्पा माँ
bahakē huē thē hama, tūnē aura pilā dī
phira aisē jhūmē hama, ki lōga kahanē lagē śarābī
pī na thī pyālōṁ sē hamanē, hōśa phira bhī uḍa़ē thē
nayanōṁ kī thī bāta, khuśabū vahām̐ tō uḍī thī
na thī kōī āsa, pyāsa phira bhī baḍha़ī thī
dila kī thī bāta dila sē, na kōī jubāna thī
jismānī na thī kōī pyāsa, udāsī phira bhī nahīṁ thī
sōcā na thā kabhī hamanē, bāta aisē hī baḍha़ī thī
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Explanation in English
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I was already wandering astray, and You made me drink even more;
Then I swayed in such sheer ecstasy that people began calling me a drunkard.
Yet, I had not imbibed from any material cups, though my senses were entirely blown away.
It was a silent conversation of the eyes, from where a divine fragrance had drifted.
There was no lingering expectation, yet the spiritual thirst kept growing deep within.
It was a direct conversation from heart to heart; there was no language or tongue involved.
There was absolutely no physical desire, yet there wasn't a trace of sadness either.
I had never imagined it would be so, but the bond simply grew deeper on its own.
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