C. P. Sharma - Haridas

Tansen, among Akbar’s Nine Gems,
He enriched the Indian music stem.
His music with magical topflight,
Of its own the lamps could light.

He was the crowning music laureate,
Music of his sort none could create.
Akbar said, ‘none could you surpass.’
Tansen said, ‘Yes, my Guru Haridas’.

He said, ‘he sings like a free bird,
He sings only when his soul spurred.
At his pleasure he sings his measures,
He sells them not to other’s pleasures.

In his songs Nature sings & glance,
He sings only when peacocks dance.
In groovy ambiance along the river,
Among the bird’s sharp shrill twitter.

Opus of the symphonies of soul,
Bliss of the existence he unrolled.’

C. P. Sharma

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