Sukhera Lagiya Ei Ghara Badhinu
sukhera lāgiyā, ei ghara bādhinu,
āgune puḍiyā gela amiyā sāgare, sināna karite,
sakali garala bhela
Aho! In the hope of finding happiness, I labored hard to build a house, but fire came and it was burned up. I swam in the ocean of nectar, but that nectar turned out to be poison.
sakhi! ki mora kapāle lekhi śītala baliyā,
cāda sevinu, bhānura kiraṇa dekhi
O my dear friend, how unfortunate I am! Knowing that moonbeams are very cooling, I went to take shelter of the moon to cool off my burning body, but those rays turned into hot sunrays which scorched me instead.
ucala baliyā, acale caḍinu,
paḍinu agādha-jale lachamī cāhite, dāridrya beḍhala,
māṇika hārānu hele
Knowing the height of a mountain, I climbed to the peak and then fell into the deep ocean. I want money but I am always surrounded by poverty. A very valuable touch-stone came in my hand but at once I lost it.
nagara basālāma, sāgara bādhilāma,
māṇika pābāra āśe sāgara śukāla, māṇika lukāla,
abhāgī-karama-doṣe
I built a city on the shore of the ocean and made a dam to move the ocean in the hope of finding gemstones on the ocean bed, but due to the fault of my own ill fortune, the gemstones also hid themselves.
piyāsa lāgiyā, jalada sevinu,
vajara paḍiyā gela kahe caṇḍīdāsa, śyāmera pirīti,
marame rahala śela
When I was thirsty, I took shelter of a cloud (but rain did not come). Instead, a thunder-bolt struck my head. The poet Sri Candidasa laments, "That I have no affection for the lotus feet of Sri Syamasundara is the only sorrow in my heart. (My love for Syama is like a trident piercing my heart.)"
Translation
Aho! In the hope of finding happiness, I labored hard to build a house, but fire came and it was burned up. I swam in the ocean of nectar, but that nectar turned out to be poison.
O my dear friend, how unfortunate I am! Knowing that moonbeams are very cooling, I went to take shelter of the moon to cool off my burning body, but those rays turned into hot sunrays which scorched me instead.
Knowing the height of a mountain, I climbed to the peak and then fell into the deep ocean. I want money but I am always surrounded by poverty. A very valuable touch-stone came in my hand but at once I lost it.
I built a city on the shore of the ocean and made a dam to move the ocean in the hope of finding gemstones on the ocean bed, but due to the fault of my own ill fortune, the gemstones also hid themselves.
When I was thirsty, I took shelter of a cloud (but rain did not come). Instead, a thunder-bolt struck my head. The poet Sri Candidasa laments, "That I have no affection for the lotus feet of Sri Syamasundara is the only sorrow in my heart. (My love for Syama is like a trident piercing my heart.)"