Jai Sri Baba Lal ji,
Sri Rama Said, ever since i have been separated from you, Sita, everything to me has become its very reverse, the fresh and tender leaves on trees look like tongues of fire, night appears as dreadful as night of final dissolution and the moon scorches like the Sun, beds of lotuses are like so many spears planted on the ground, while rain clouds pour boiling oil as it were, those that were friendly before have now become tormenting, the cool and the fragrant breezes are now like breath of serpents, one's agony is assuaged to some extent even by speaking it, but to whom shall speak about it, for there is no one who will understand, the reality about the cord of my love that bins you and me, dear, is known to my soul alone, and my soul ever abides with you, know this to be the essence of my love,
Jai Sri Baba Lal Dayal ji
Sri Rama Said, ever since i have been separated from you, Sita, everything to me has become its very reverse, the fresh and tender leaves on trees look like tongues of fire, night appears as dreadful as night of final dissolution and the moon scorches like the Sun, beds of lotuses are like so many spears planted on the ground, while rain clouds pour boiling oil as it were, those that were friendly before have now become tormenting, the cool and the fragrant breezes are now like breath of serpents, one's agony is assuaged to some extent even by speaking it, but to whom shall speak about it, for there is no one who will understand, the reality about the cord of my love that bins you and me, dear, is known to my soul alone, and my soul ever abides with you, know this to be the essence of my love,
Jai Sri Baba Lal Dayal ji