The Parijat
The Parijat
Parijat, the divine one, gracing the earth for you and me
The heavenly Parijat, dweller of Urwashi’s garden, as beautiful as she.
Krishna’s gift to Rukhmani is indeed a flower of love divine
It’s sweet perfume, mesmerising my mind
It’s munificence appropriate to its divinity
Bestowing health to the needy
It captures my heart with its tiny neat look
The saffron and white are tiny stars adorning the tall trees every nook
The flowers fall silently, earth catches them oh ! so softly
I keep gazing at the white stars fallen in my garden, I pick them up gently
I hold them in the cup of my hand, admiring them for longest moments
Thanking Krishna for bringing the tree of heaven to us mortals