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राम

Modalatā · Phūla-baṅgalā

Guest of the wondrous flower pavilion

Host Pad 105 · song 5 of 7 · printed source 147

Original · Devanagari

अजब अहाँक फुलबँगला पाहुन, अजब अहाँक फुलबँगला यो॥ छिति छत दर दीवार फुलहिंके बनल अनेकन रंगलायो॥ बेली जूही चारु चमेली क लागल चहुदिसि जंगला यो। सुमन सिंहासन सिययुत लखि भए, कोटि काम रति कंगला यो॥ अलिगण कलरव माधुरी गावैं, यंत्रणि में बहु ढंगला यो। अरस परस लखि बलि बलि जावैं उरनि अनेक उमंगला यो॥ यद्यपि छी अहाँ चतुर चूरामणि, चित चोरय में चंगला यो। तद्यपि पूरण काम बनै छी, ‘मोद’ स्वामिनिहिं संगला यो॥

Fresh English translation

O guest, wondrous is your flower pavilion—wondrous indeed! Its floor, ceiling, doors, and walls are fashioned from flowers of many colors. Screens of vine, jūhī, and graceful jasmine stand on every side. When the flower throne is seen with Sia upon it, ten million Loves and Ratis are left beggars. The bee-like companions sing sweetly in chorus and play their instruments in many ways. Seeing the lovers’ mutual delight, they sacrifice themselves again and again, their hearts filled with countless transports. Although you are the crest-jewel of the clever and peerless at stealing hearts, you become desire fulfilled only in the company of the Lady, says ‘Mod.’