South of the Vindhyas was I born
Gazed upon eastern shores and its morn

Common place my birth and my kin
So my thoughts and acts, none bore a high sign

My days were dull, my speech profane
For every rising sun and every moon’s wane

The Blue God in a dream I did once see
My heart is now gripped by His felicity

I ache and nurse now a strange desire 
That eats me within like a hungry fire

For I who rose from root and clod
Aspire now to be the Bride of God

Painting Courtesy: Keshav