O Sweet Lord
What a season you chose
for your coming
O sweet lord
When the flowers have wilted
in the garden
O sweet lord
Where were you
when this garden was a tumult
of youthful passion?
Where were you
when the champa flowered
and spread its heady fragrance
everywhere?
Where were you
when body and heart
beat in unison
Where were you
in the blossoming season
my sweet lord?
Where were you
When I was younger
and my father was looking
for a groom?
Where were you
when the vatna
was being put?
Where were you
when I was leaving
for another’s home?
Where were you
in the flowering season
when the garden
was thirsting for rain?
Saawan after saawan
the seasons passed
Why did you not come then?
What a season you chose
for your coming
O sweet lord
When the flowers have wilted
in the garden
O sweet lord
Note to the Reader: The version of the poem transcreated here is somewhat different from the song by Chitra Singh below. While tracking Shiv’s work I have often come across more than one version of a particular piece.
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Reminds me of that story we all know Manjul: Where were you when I was walking all alone in the beach saddled with my problems? And the Lord answered: You see only one set of feet because, in those times I was carry you! Those feet are mine, not yours. Yes, it is more in the autumn of our frolic and our joys that we are able to hear the whispers of His/Her presence within. So beautifully said and sung. By the way, these songs of Chitra Singh are probably from very far ago. has she begun to sing again. i would be so happy if that is true. The pain of the death of her son, took her voice away, i had last heard. Only she could have sung this song :)
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Julia,
ReplyDeletethe album is a very old one - 1997 if I'm not mistaken. I'm not sure about Chitra Singh singing again - she very recently lost her daughter, Monica Dutta, too. I remember her as this really sultry and beautiful model whom I used to admire greatly as a girl.
Manjul