Poetic Translations of Songs
401-450 by
Avadhutika Ánanda Gaorii Ac.

 

401

Today,
the earth is vibrant with delight,
with rhythmic dance
and intoxicating melody.
All are drunk
with tunes
of by-gone days.

Adorn your eyes with collyrium;
drape garlands about your neck.
Fill your baskets with fragrant blooms
and, with the scent of marigolds
spread wide your perfume.
Colour all with the hues of your heart.

In light's extravaganza
hearts pour forth your joy
embracing one and all.
The pollen of mind
ecstatic with joy
has attained the Supreme One.

402

Come, O Lord, in my mind.
Come with a stream of light.
Come, be seated in my inner heart.

In a golden flow of music you catch my hand
and take me beyond the ocean of darkness.

Transform my tears of sorrow
with the intoxicating joy of your all-embracing love.
Come, smile in my heart a smile of blissful pearls.

Keep me very close to you.
Don't forget me even for a single moment.
Don't allow delusion to overtake me.

Keep me always
in the flow of colourful invigorating omniscience.

402

Come, my Lord
come into my mind
in a stream of celestial light.
Come, be seated
in my inner heart.

Catch my hand
in your melodious (golden) flow
and transport me
beyong the sea of dark.

Transform my tears of pain
with the intoxication of your love.

Come, smile your blissful smile of pearls.
Keep me ever close to you.

Forget me not
for a fraction of a day,
allow not
delusion to prevail.

Keep me ever
in the kaleidescope stream
of your vibrant omniscience.

403

In spring we play with colour, not with fire.
We extinguish the fires of mind.

In the stillness of night we move silently,
to exude aroma in the flower garden.

Imperceptibly, I remain inextricably associated
with floral nectar,
with each atom of light and shade.

I fill every heart with love every moment.
I pour forth streams of nectar in the moonlight
and in the smiles of children.
I never forget to do it.
I never deceive anybody.

403

In spring
we play with colour
not fire,
extinguishing the fires of the mind.

To spread perfume
through the garden we move
in the still of night
with gentle, silent steps,
I am inextricably merged
in floral essences
in every atom
in light and shade,
but I don't reveal myself.

I fill all hearts with love
every moment.
I shower forth nectarial streams
in the moonlight
in children's smiles.
I never neglect to do it.
(I cannot deny it.)
I cannot deceive anybody.

404

A fairy entered the flower garden to sip floral nectar.
It flew in on the intoxicating breeze
while spreading its golden wings in the charming sky.

All the flowers peep out and say.
"Our nectar is not very tasty.
Some is bitter,
some sour,
some astringent,
some very repulsive to the tongue."

While selecting, the intelligent fairy
plucked only the sweet flowers
into its basket.

The fairy did not slight any flower.
It gave equal affection to one and all.
It went to the distant sky while touching lightly
even those flowers whose nectar it didn't take.

404

A fairy descends in a floral bower
to sip the nectar from its myriad flowers.
She glided in on an intoxicating breeze
with golden wings outspread in the charming sky.

All the blossoms appeared and openly cried,
"Our nectar may not all be sweet;
some is bitter, some sour, some astringent
and repulsive to the tongue."

The fairy chose only the sweetest blooms
and gathered/dropped them into her basket,
she did not, however, slight any bloom
and gave equal affection to all.

While departing towards the distant sky
she caressed even those blooms
whose nectar she had not taken.

405

Day and night I stay awake for you, O Lord.
A garland of love have I woven for you alone.

Today its flowers wither
its petals hang limp in sorrow.

I have drenched them
with tears of great love
and yet
there is no light in my life
no game of hide and seek
between the moon and clouds.

Day and night rotate
but pay me no heed.
And I cry and cry and cry.

406

Come, O Spring,
Lord of seasons,
sway my mind.

Beam forth your radiant smile
and entice the flower garden
into joyous dance.

I am exuberant with delight
amidst green leaves and crimson flowers.
Every fibre of my body thrills in ecstasy
with the advent of my dearest Lord.

My eyes are adorned with collyrium.
I see whatever is good in this universe.
My wild hair flys loose in the unruly southern breeze.
My heart is full of nectar,
and that nectar alone I pour forth from my being.

The Lord of my life has come today
at the end of my prolonged weeping.

406

Come Spring, Lord of seasons,
sway my mind.

Beam forth your radiant smile
and entice the flower garden to dance.
I delight in her green leaves and crimson blooms.

At your advent
each fibre of my body
thrills
ecstatically.

My eyes
coloured with dark liner
gaze on a beneficent world
while my hair flys wild
in a gusty southern breeze.

The nectar of my brimming heart
pours forth from my being.

The Lord of my life
has come at last
to end of my long age of weeping.

407

You have hidden yourself in my mind.
I cannot find you.

Unbeknown,
you are inseparably associated with all.
You are enthroned in every heart,
in the charming spring,
in the fragrance of flowers.
Your overflowing sweetness
drifts to the distant blue void.

In the sapphire Sindh river,
in the radiance of a vermillion mark,
in the whiteness of milk
and the sparkling white of the snow,
where do you not exist?

O Infinite Lord,
you never come within the reach of individuals
because once you come within our reach
you have made yourself finite.

If we want to catch you we are to merge in you.
Then we fininte entities become infinite.
You are one, yet you are in the minds of all
in various forms.
We sing your glory.

407

You have hidden in my mind
I cannot find you.

You, who unbeknown to all
are associated with all.

You are enthroned in every heart
in the charming spring
in the fragrance of flowers.
Your sweetness overflows
to the distant blue void.

In the sapphire Sindh river
in the radiant vermillian mark
in the whiteness of milk
and the sparkling purity of snow,
where do you not exist?

Infinite Lord
you stay beyond our reach
for once coming therein
you become finite
and we, infinite.

You are one
yet remain
in various forms
in the minds of all.

We sing your praise.

408

In dawn's crimson radiance
I encountered you.
At life's dusk
I came to know you.

I had coloured you
with shades of my finiteness.
You appeared in my mind
countless times;
I feigned ignorance
and groped for you
foolishly
elsewhere.

My love-woven garland
has withered,
and I, a pauper,
at life's twilight
offer you my feeble love,
dried in arid sands.

You have danced in my heart
enticingly
yet I listened not to her song.
My well-rehearsed tunes
remain unsung.

Now I surrender unto you
laying mute offerings
at the altar of the indescribable.

409

I sing
to please you Lord
and to heal
my wounded heart.

I have lost all,
O fatal blow,
so I sing away my grief.

The Supreme Thief
has stolen all.
I sing
to forget my loss.

With song
I obliterate
the wounds
the tears of sorrow.

My crown has fallen
and I, divest of all grandeur,
endure the pain.

410

O traveller
walking yonder,
look at me.

I know you not
yet I call you with my tears.

The stream of my life
has dried
in desert sands.
My heart is broken.
O unbearable pain!

I run in search of my Lord.
The pitiful crys of my pining heart
torment me
again and again.

The blossoms of my mind
lie torn
entangled in thorns,
and I search for eyes in the dark night
to mark with delusion's line.

Can you forget,
O mind,
the thorns' piercing pain
and the agonies of loss.

411

You awaken in my mind
the fragrance of an unknown bloom.
You arouse a deluge of feelings
in hither to songs unsung.

My path is lined
with fragrant pines
yet you fill my mind
with blossoms from an unnamed tree.
Memories stay fresh in my mind.

It wants to dance
ignoring all obstacles.
The world of ideation
flashes promises
of melodies unrevealed,
strings of lyres unplayed.

With what mysterious melody
have you enchanted me.
Its resonance, still fresh
inundates my mind and
fills me with inspiration on my forward path.

412

Who art thou
riding the chariot of mind
to intoxicate me with joy.

Who art thou
inebriating my consciousness
in the light of early day.

Traversing the path of effulgence
thou has captured sweet charm,
then appear
to fill the lives of all.

In melodies thou pulsates,
stealing rhythms
and pouring forth thy own rhythm.

Thou hast come
to all
to sing thy song.

413

From distant skies
melodies of forgotten days
float in
intermittently.

Unique and unknown jewels
glitter smiles
in the depths of mind.

He is a string of lights
in the darkest night.
All fondly absorb
his supreme effulgence.

Sweet fountain in the desert path,
dispell mind's thirst
with life-giving streams.

Mind rushes to be always near,
it cannot remain alone.
The confused and distressed
love him
whose beauteous forms inundate the earth.

His radiance dispells the dark.
And yet, I fear to be near,
my heart shivers/trembles in sweet trepidation.

414

Bless me Lord
out of unbounded grace.
Have mercy on the undeserving.

In a flow divine effulgence
bathe all
in salvation sweet.

You, who are invoked
at the heights of majestic mountains
in the depths of fathomless seas,
claim your immortal seat
in our consciousness.

You make us fearless.
All that is within and beyond our ken
is your divine game.

You vibrate all.
You, Supreme Progenitor
Creator of the universe
ever-pure and untarnished.

415

How shall I pray to you, Lord
who remain with me
through life and death,
birth after birth.

At the dawn of creation
you were my very breath
in each fraction of a moment.
You are my chant
to move ahead.

I shall advance
singing your name.
I shall not stop.

Comets, meteors,
storms, tempests
arise
and try to bar my path
but I shall never stop.

I, a traveller on the path of infinity
beseech your grace.
At your feet I prostrate.

416

Days fade away
in expectation of your advent.

O Lord,
a lightning flash
and then
you vanish.

Don't you realise my pain?
My heart
smeared with fragrance
seeks you alone.
Its charm
is razed to dust.
Why?

My songs
are to sing your tunes.

My eyes
are to look to you.

My longing
seeks
thy grace
thy compassion.

417

The Lord of light appeared today.
Yes, he appeared
dispelling gloom's dark pall.

With two hands
he cast away that spell
and transformed it into light.

Where does he remain hidden
so far,
and from what unknown site
he conquers me?

I am immersed in him,
he has stolen my all.
With his love
his attraction
my heart insistently
runs to him.

He colours my being
with his hues and fragrance,
his melodious tune.

418

The lily of my mind
seranades the moon
on a balmy night.

I shall stay awake
forever
to pour out my heart to you.

I shall spin you tales of dreams
on the gentle breeze
in rapturous melodies.

I shall listen
with enamoured heart.

Dreamland's messenger
arrives
enticing her to come.

Her replys of love
drift to an unknown world,
secret no more,
scattered throughout the universe.

Dream waves break
incessantly
to merge in the Formless One.
In the enchanted heart
a sleeping bud blossoms forth.

419

How I yearned for you
shedding copious tears.
Couldn't you hear my pleas?

You want to make me weep
and willingly ignore me.

Ceaselessly, night and day
flow torrential tears
like the peak of summer rains.

And you smile
indifferently,
O hard-hearted one.

I shall weave
from my mind
a garland of tears
and offer it to you.

Let me see
whether you
will wear it
or not.

420

My heart overflows.
You gave more
than I desired.

Make me your own
in the way that you please,
make me your instrument.
You accept less from me
than what I expect.

I don't understand.
Great works or small
are at your command.
You alone understand
more than I can ever express.

421

I came not to enkindle a blaze,
I want illuminate the minds of all.

I shall inundate the arid desert
with a rain of sweet love.
I shall bedeck the trees in floral array.
I shall bring life to the withered heart.

I inspire all to attain the infinite.
I fill the depths of their hearts
silently, inconspicuously
with love through dance and song.

I uplift the dejected,
and honour the defeated.
I steal their sorrows and pains.
I exist in the minds of all.

Let people know the Supreme Truth
through all my actions.

422

Have mercy, O Lord
have mercy on me.
Lift me from dark dungeons
and show me ever more beautiful forms.

Delight me with your rhythms
of ever enchanting dance
and fill my eyes increasingly
with your dazzling light.

Make ever more expanded
your universal mind
and broaden the scope of its melodious spell.

Intoxicate me ever more,
with the sweetest thoughts of you
and stay by my side, please
never stray (far) from me.

423

The petals have all fallen
my garland is dry.

With what tune
shall I serenade
my (empty) afflicted life?

Seated on an altar of jewels
you pledged salvation to all,
you came to dispell the darkness
from the three encumbered realms.

Tell me why, then,
you allowed
the reverse to happen to me.

Why, O Merciful Sea,
heartless providence
decreed
the demise of my tender heart?

Why do tears of pain
(excruciating)
flow ceaselessly?

Why, oh why,
tell me, please,
right now.
It is not my complaint,
it is my grievance.

424

Come secretly
and take your seat within my mind.
No one will see,
no one will know,
no one will be harmed thereby.

You are the eternal sojourner
from immemorial time.
I desire you
to be seated in my innermost shrine.

If you will grace me
please be sure
the place I have reserved for you
is for eternity.
With your touch
remove my impurities.

You are the singer from immemorial time
and so I long to sing for you.
If you will grace me with your ear
please be sure
that my voice sings forth your melodies
and by your hearing
all her discords are dissolved.

425

What kind of love is this?
How many days
how many sleepless nights
have passed
in expectation of your advent?

The fragrance of countless unnamed blossoms
has faded
into dew-drenched oblivion;
in the evening's mystic radiance
they withered/fall
in utter neglect.

You ignore my love,
you destroy my dreams,
with what mad obcession?

O, heartless one,
you ensnare me still
with magic floral bonds.

I try to forget you,
but I can't,
and I am destined
to pace the (lonely) nights -- ka'na pati,
to give an ear to, to pay heed to/
I am ever attentive
in expectation of your gentle step.

426

The Lord of Aloka/the realm of light
has descended
smeared with heavenly pollen
churning the ocean of effulgence
pouring ambrosial nectar onto earth.

Sleeping creatures awaken
when the darkened sky
breaks into brilliant crimson light.
The three worlds dance
in blissful rhythm and delight.

From their wretchedness
the living
have regained consciousness
and speechless humanity
proclaims her eloquence.

The heart
intoxicated with joy
sings out in myriad melodies
in sweet ideational waves.

427

The lost Supreme Treasure
has returned to my eyes.

The heart
which had drifted apart,
despondent in its separation,
has slowly and silently
regained its original composure.

Those who taste samadhi
in the shady bokul grove,
their hearts overflood
with the sweet recollection of His love.

Let us too move
towards that absorbing realm
transported by cosmic memories.

Let us move silently
with gentle steps
lest we disturb
with worldly movements
their deep spiritual slumber.

428

The game of hide and seek,
you know, Lord, how to play.

You know how to make people dance
with your capricious ways.

You know how to flood effulgence
into the deep dark night.

You know how to bring darkness
even in the shining day.

You know how to make eloquent
a voice that cannot talk.

You know how to share laughter's joy
and strum the lyre of life.

With your grace
the world is colourful;
your inscrutable game
engages all
in maya's hypnotic spell.

And you alone, Lord, know well how
to tear assunder illusion's veil
and grant emancipation.

429

You are the essence/intimate beloved of all,
so I love you,
and have attained you
in exchange for all.

I treasure you in my heart.
Humanity, in pain,
counts each minute
in expectation of your advent.

Yet, I, come to you
with my love
in cupped hands,
and you offer me your all.

heart overflowing
to one
who desires nil./
A heart overflows
to those
who want nothing.

In rainbow radiance
from distant skies
my mind embraces you.

My life
cascades
towards you
Formless One
and like a nectarial flow
I become
eloquent with the voice
of my inner heart.

430

You have vanished
and my heart is empty,
dearest.
Where have you gone?

I have decorated
my inner shrine
with floral sprays.

It becomes
a nectarial sea
exuding sweet fragrance.

Don't forsake me,
please;
hear my earnest plea.

I have danced in time
with your cosmic cadence
and divine meolodious harmonies.
I have been mad with your joy.

Don't leave me.
Don't fly away.
I am like a fragile creeper,
dependent on your love.

431

Come, dear Lord, in the lotus of my heart.
You promised to return
but for nights on end
you linger far.

Garlands have been laid aside.
I neglect to tie them in my hair
and to my weary eyes
the beauty of the world grows dim.

You have stolen the beauty.
O mind stealer,
I am devoid of your song.

Around my desert heart
not a single note
not a harmony/melody
is struck.

All have passed beyond the range of my ear
and I am stranded
in a deep dark spell.

432

Once there lived a fairy tale king
who knew not how to smile.

He walked on his hands
ate puffed rice with his toes
and openly snacked
on delicious cakes
with his back to the midnight sun.

He chewed cane with his tongue
sucked its juice with his teeth
and cast his net
in the tennis court
to capture succulent fish.

In the light of midday
underwater he would hide
in fear of ghastly ghosts,
and racing speed boats
to distant skies he would fly
for a breath of pleasant air.

While others worked hard
he would close his eyes
and very contentedly snore.

433

Where are you on this joyous day?
You have vanished
when the trees are laden with fruit.

My mind is heavy with affliction,
why don't you accept
my love and affection?

O hard-hearted one,
how did I offend you?
I don't understand.

On what pretext
do you renew your games divine?

I can only cling to your feet
(time after time
advent after advent)
in eternal adoration.

434

Who art thou
who comes
with a distant song
floodtide of nectarial bliss?

Effulgence
in a hundred streams
inundates my heart.

A cosmic sound,
hurtling
towards infinity,
awakens with your touch;
and in your sport,
the bountiful earth
dances
in beauteous and colourful array.

Smash these bars of ignorance,
rush headlong
rapturous heart
towards your goal.

Black bees whisper
secrets to the flowers,
the fragrant breeze
wafts consciousness
into the world
and sweet vibrations
rippling ceaselessly
merge into
the distant smiling void.

435

O Supreme Shelter
of the shelterless,
O Lord of hallowed abodes
accept my salutations
out of infinite grace,
heed my earnest prayer
and keep me ever at your feet.

Flowers exude their fragrance
at your behest
and produce nectar sweet.

With your sublime touch
my heart attains
the bliss divine.

For you
the universal melody
floats in the vast etherial void.

Inspire
that celestial tune
to whisper in my mind
as I contemplate you
in dhyana*.
*meditation

That melody comes near
in my dhyana.

436

What message do you convey to me,
sometimes in my conscious mind,
sometimes in my unconscious mind?
I do not understand.

My mind floats in speechless shyness.
Countless blossoming flowers colour your garden,
innumerable pearls radiate in your mind.

At times I understand;
at times I cannot comprehend
your inscrutable divine games
and in my confusion
tears fall like torrential rain,
sometimes in my conscious mind,
sometimes in my unconscious mind.

Only you realise what is in your mind,
You, who have captured my heart.
How shall I survive now that my heart is lost?

437

With your thought
and your song
my mind drifts away to an unknown shore
beyond the ocean of light.

Through melodious strains
and rhythms divine
I long to attain you,
my lost treasure sublime.

I decorate my heart
and wish that you be seated there
in gracious majesty.

I set candles and incense to burn
with utmost care
and wish to please you, Lord.

Come, dearest,
grace me with your presence,
like the waters of love
cascading
torrentially
upon my sacred madhavi bowers.

438

Come O Lord,
come into my room.
Let me welcome you
with all my heart.

Let me gaze upon you.
Let me cling to your feet
and ever remain with you.

I have filled my welcoming basket
with flowers, fruits
and the charm of my heart.

I long to attain you
in all your majesty.
Come O Lord
be seated in my heart
fill my hearing,
my thoughts and meditation.

Bless the dormant desire
hidden deep in the cavern of my mind.

439

Spring, you have come today in my life
awakening the earth with a new vibration
stiring the depths of my being
my inside and outside
and the black bee of my mind
with fragrant flowers and incense.

You have stained my eyes with black collyrium
and have brought radiance
to the mango, bokul, shimul and other blossoms
lining both banks of my heart.

You have coloured mind's black bee
which hums secretly
and moves silently in gentle trepidation.

440

At the dawn of my life
appeared my Lord
traversing the sky ways
on a chariot of the golden sun.

All was silent.
There was none
with whom to speak
with whom to engage in heartfelt exchange
upon this dusty earth.

In the crimson dawn
with love of life
exuding profusely
from the fragrant pollen of the heart
He came
at the first awakening
of my life.

441

With your advent
in the eastern sky
earth's cimmerian darkness was dispelled.

In your radiant light
sweet loti and lillies bloomed;
the raucaus laughter of the dark
was removed.

Desert thirst was quenched
and verdent beauty overflowed.

Atoms and molecules
vibrated
in your soft bosom of light
and history began to unfold.

In the blue void
a universe
expressed and unexpressed
exploded.

All creatures chant the mantra
of One,
the Supreme,
and clinging to His feet
they gyrate
in rhythmic dance
towards their Source.

442

Come to me
dearest of my life.
Annoint me
with your touch divine
like cool sandal paste
like nectarial wine.

Bless me
with your smile benign
in eyes so full of love.

Where do you hide
essence of every mind
scattered to the corners/throughout
the winds of the world?

Come forward.
Let your effulgence
flood my heart.

You are veiled
in my unconscious
in my subconscious mind.

Unveil
reveal yourself
to my conscious eyes
and heal my wounded heart.

443

This festival of light
is a secret game of yours
in the garaden of my life.
I have discovered it.
I have detected your sport.

In rhythmic trance
I weave a victory wreath
and fill a welcoming basket
with fragrant delights.

Memories of forgotten joys
arise/are revived.

Let me colour/enlighten my (the coming) days
with dawn's crimson rays. (of dawn).

A joy-intoxicated mind
an exuberant heart
vibrate the fragrant garden of my life.

444

The black bee
of the forest of my mind
seeks only
the floral nectar of the Supreme.

He, the treasure casket of my lost heart
remains above the domain
of attainment and loss.

It knows not why
it seeks Him so.

He whose mysterious smile
sends inexplicable tremors
throughout my being.

I cannot describe
and turn away my eyes
in shyness.

What indescribable sweetness
emanates
from His most beauteous form?

445

Dearest Lord
I am seeking you
along lonely roads
yet you elude me still
like the musk deer's
mysterious smell.

You are so near.
On dark moon nights
under moonless skies
along known paths
or lost desert ways,
you are near.

Yet I seek you
mistakenly chasing a mirage
while you
dearest
remain so near./
art/stay close by me.

446

Light, light everywhere.
My world is filled with light.
Light streams in a hundred directions
in your eternal nectarial flow.

Waters of gleaming light
cascade towards the sea
and the glittering waves
of the surging sea
dance free from bondage.

Mind's peacock prances
at the gathering of dark clouds
in the shimmering light of the sky.

The one-stringed ekatara
rings out
in rapid rhythm
keeping pace with a resonance divine,
and with such undivided mind
shall I realise
your one-lined/stringed melody.

447

What more shall I tell you, Lord.
I have attained the formless jewel of my life.
My mind bathes in nectarial joy.

Cimmerian darkness has gone
and effulgence has come.

Infinite joy dances
in limitless melodies
and the last vestige of confusion has vanished.

In the ecstatic joy
of this sublime stance
my body and mind tremble
with horripilation
at the thought of you.

448

A jeweled lamp is lit
in a secret corner of my heart.
When you come
I shall make you seated there
with utmost care.

The pollen of my life
burns in that lamp
lit with the sweet charm of my heart.
I have gathered forest flowers
and arranged them in my mind.

My songs are tuned
to one ceaseless stream
of melody divine.

Night and day
I sing my songs to you.
You, who awaken me
through sound and thought
and meditation
in the deepest cavern of my heart.

449

You come in my mind
in every rhythm of my life.

You bless the very dust of the earth.
You colour the beautiful earth
bringing green to trees
sweet fragrant nectar to floral blooms.

You come in the softness of the heart
and in the melodies of the deepest caverns of mind.

Your nectarial flow
inundates the blissful earth
and in your eternal game of divine melodies
and cadence of ecstatic dance
you weave your formless beauty
through all her forms.

You flood her with an ocean of love
and the nectar of life's sweetness./
The ocean of your love
abounds in bliss.

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I was not aware
that He belongs to me
and me alone.

He attuned me
with utmost care
to melodies divine.

He was so near,
so very near
in rhythmic streams
of dance and song
which issued from the sweetness of my mind,
yet I was not informed,
I did not know before.

Now that He has gone,
I am alone
and in consuming pangs
of separation
I understand
how deeply
He had filled me with His love
with hope, with aspiration.

I understand these now,
I did not know before.