(Kavitt)
Chaatik Chuhal Chahu Aur Chaahai Swati Hi Kon,
Soore Pan-Poore Jinhen Bish Sam Amee Hai.
Praphulit Hot Bhaan Ke Udot Kanj-Punj,
Taa Bin Bichaarani Hi Jyoti-Jaal Tamee Hai.
Chaahau Anchaahau Jaan Pyaare Pai ‘Anandghan’,
Preeti-Reeti Bisham Su Rom Rom Rami Hai.
Mohin Tum Ek, Tumhen Mo Sam Anek Aahin,
Kahaa Kachhoo Chandhin Chakoran Ki Kami Hai.
- Shri Ghananand Ji, Ghananand Granthawali, Sujan Hita (187)
The playful chātaka bird longs only for the raindrops of the Svāti star; even nectar seems like poison to it — such is its vow‑bound commitment. [1]
Chaatik Chuhal Chahu Aur Chaahai Swati Hi Kon,
Soore Pan-Poore Jinhen Bish Sam Amee Hai.
Praphulit Hot Bhaan Ke Udot Kanj-Punj,
Taa Bin Bichaarani Hi Jyoti-Jaal Tamee Hai.
Chaahau Anchaahau Jaan Pyaare Pai ‘Anandghan’,
Preeti-Reeti Bisham Su Rom Rom Rami Hai.
Mohin Tum Ek, Tumhen Mo Sam Anek Aahin,
Kahaa Kachhoo Chandhin Chakoran Ki Kami Hai.
- Shri Ghananand Ji, Ghananand Granthawali, Sujan Hita (187)
The playful chātaka bird longs only for the raindrops of the Svāti star; even nectar seems like poison to it — such is its vow‑bound commitment. [1]
Lotuses bloom only at sunrise; without it, even heaps of light seem like night to them. [2]
Śrī Ghanānand says — O dear Beloved (Śrī Krishn)! Love me or don’t, but every pore of my being is drenched in the wild madness of Your exclusive love. [3]
To me, You’re the only one; but for You, I may be just among many, like the moon with its countless moon‑longing chakora birds. [4]