Translations only
101-200
101
At the end of winter,
new leaves unfold,
and old leaves fall.
Spring has come to the door
in the rhythm of dance,
with loosened braids and dishevelled hair.
At the end of winter,
the bare trees burst into bloom.
"The snow will melt!"
- with this hope
sprouts peep out with a smile.
Dressed in their new garments,
the birds in their nests sing Your songs.
Spring has come to the door.
102
With the new delight,
in the ashoka and palash trees,
the king of seasons has today come.
In the southern breeze,
in the deepest dreem,
in the pollen that wafts through the air,
the king of seasons has today come.
Spring has brought the fragrance of blossoms,
spreading sweetness all around.
In this boundless universe,
in the gentle breeze,
the lamp of life is smiling.
With the colourful radiance of Your glory
the whole world floats in delight,
for the king of seasons has today come.
103
Spring has awakened today,
in the mango blossoms and mimusops,
in the cotton flowers,
in the parul and palash trees
and in the wildflowers of the forest.
Come, O Lord, let us all move
in cadence with You,
blending our rhythms with Yours,
in this fresh and new atmoshpere.
In the bauhannia graden, full of flowers,
the cuckoo bursts into the song of the new.
In the fragrance of flowers,
that song floats towards You today,
in absorption pure and profound.
104
In the cadence of dance,
in the rhythm of dance,
spring comes and comes.
The fog-shrouded trees now glitter with light
and again smile.
New flowers and leaves cover the earth's body
with ornaments of wildflowers,
spreading their disheveled hair all over the sky.
Spring rushes in the rhythm
of the purvasha* dance,
adorning nature with beauty
In this month of sweetness,
spring comes and comes.
Waves of sea breeze waft aloft.
The warm ocean laughs and smiles;
all departed charms return again.
The one who is the source
of this sweetness and splendor -
in thoughts of Him the mind blissfully floats.
* an oriental dance with quick, fleeting movements
105
Today, in the vernal breeze,
on graceful feet,
I dance like a fountain.
With my colourful vision
I decorate the cloudless sky,
painting it with all my sweetness.
Today, I move and move in Your rhythm
and perfume myself with Your divine fragrance.
I move along in laughter and joy.
With palash blossoms, I colour the path crimson,
for You only, Lord of my innermost heart.
Today, no obstacles obstruct our path.
Into Your garland my heart is woven.
With Your melody my song is in harmony.
Today, in the cuckoo's sweet song,
my whole mind floats along.
And to the one towards whom it floats,
I offer my deepest salutation.
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Today, in the vernal breeze
with playful footsteps
I dance on and on, like a fountain I dance.
In the cloudless sky, with decorated eyes,
I am painting with all
the sweetness of my mind.
Today I am moving ahead in Your rhythm.
I am perfumed by Your fragrance
In a joyful spirit I am wandering.
O my dearest Lord!
For You I have coloured the path
with guelder-roses.
Today I have no obstacles
for my onward movement.
My heart is threaded in Your melody.
Today, with the call of the cuckoo,
with the sweet song,
everything of mine floats away,
floats towards that divine one
to whom I give my salutations.
106
Bearing with Him a flower basket,
who came, O who came?
With a garland of songs in His hand,
He set me afloat on His stream of melody.
The mimusops jasmine blossoms have opened their eyes.
The Indian olive scatters joyous intoxication.
The blackbee tries to speak,
intoxicated with sweet fragrance.
In the distant sky the stars are smiling
and pollen float in the air,
blending with the pollen of life.
The vast universe has become scarlet red.
For a long time I sat and waited
until the one whom I awaited,
with His own hand, rocked the cradle of song.
Who came, O Lord, who came?
107
Spring smiles today and on the earth there is only joy.
With the sweet look of flowers,
with the sweet nectar of flowers,
let us rush towards the celestial realm.
With the rhythms and songs of cuckoos and peacocks,
let all impurities be removed.
In the sweetness of the night the bird sends forth its call.
On the earth there is only joy.
The king of the seasons has come to the door,
and, with the warm current of life,
has awakened flower buds and removed all dullness.
On the earth there is only joy.
With the touch of life everything smiles,
and in His current everything flows.
108
In the gruelling heat of the sun,
in the summer's scorching heat,
the jasmine, the whilte creeper,
and the soothing breeze,
bring at last some cooling freshness.
But the mind want still more coolness,
in the summer's sweltering heat.
The mango branches are laden with fruits,
the blackberries hang low on the branches -
this terrible heat we can no longer endure.
The mind always thinks of the summer's scorching heat.
The fragrance of flowers in the cool night breeze
brings some relief - but the mind wants more -
in the summer's sweltering heat.
All the countless torments of countless lives
have collected together in summer
and the mind constantly calls -
"O awesome Lord, send rain showers!",
in the scorching heat of the summer.
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O Lord, whisper Your secrets into my ears.
The sufferings of all in summer -
convey to me in Your songs,
in Your songs, in Your songs.
The flower blossoms have burned and dried,
and the unopened buds have fallen on the path.
The river's flow evaporates in the air.
Is this pain only mine, or shared by all creatures?
Lord, whisper into my ears.
The grass sprouts want to awaken,
but do not, for fear of the heat,
and the ice melts in the warmth, like tears.
110
In the summer holidays, if He comes,
I will offer Him flowers in my outstreched palms,
I shall offer flowers, only flowers.
In the crimson sky beside the groves of jasmine and magnolia.
If He comes on His rhythmic, rosy feet,
I shall offer flowers in my outstreched palms.
Even now the cuckoos sing a few notes.
in morning and evening when the sea breeze blows,
on branches of the kimshuka trees,
the papaya bird calls.
The rivers have dried up, almost all.
I shall offer Him flowers, in my outstreched palms.
The sharica indica flowers have almost all fallen.
The silk cotton trees are laden with seeds.
On the grapevine, clusters of grape hang low,
and in the bower of ma'dahavii flowers
swarms of black bees are humming around the blossoms.
I shall offer Him flowers in my outstreched palms.
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In the summer holiday season, if He comes,
I will offer handfuls of flowers,
I will give flowers, only flowers.
In the crimson dawn sky
Your rhythmic crimson feet
remain beside the Bela
and Ca'mpaka flowers.
To Your rosy feet I will offer
handfuls of flowers.
Still the cuckoo speaks something.
In the morning and evening
the southern breeze blows.
In the branches of the Kin'shuka tree
the nightingale is calling.
The river bed has almost dried up.
Almost all the flowers of the
Ashoka tree have fallen.
The Sha'lmali tree is full of seeds.
The bunches of grapes
are growing in abundance.
Today, in the Ma'dhavi grove
in the cluster of flowers,
bees are humming
around flower blossoms.
111
Today, what does the bamboo grove say,
in the agony of its loss of leaves?
In speechless silence it gazes on.
Today, what does the bamboo grove say?
In the storms of dust it lost its green beauty.
In the cane and kadamba groves,
the sweet spring breeze no longer blows.
O awesome Lord, what is this play of Yours?
This scorching fire? This heartless sport?
The skylark sings in this desert thirst:
"How far off is the sweet melody of rain?"
112
In the northeast the clouds have gathered
and a strong breeze is blowing -
today violent storms have come.
Closing their window in fear of the thunder,
all are sitting indoors,
listening to the dance of the rain.
So many precious trees have been uprooted
and windswept fruits have fallen.
Loosing their nests in tempests and hailstorms,
the birds are weeping.
Just at midday, in the form of thunder,
the awesome Lord dances His wild dances
and ships at sea, in fear and dread,
toss and roll on the crests of waves.
113
You are Vaesha'ka*, the son of the Visha'kha star**.
You have come with the fiery resplendence of Bhaerava***.
On this earth each and every atom
You have filled with a flash of effulgence.
After the duststorms, all is now pale
and the green fields's beauty has disappeared.
In the dry hot fields, in the withered grass,
You have imprinted the identity of the season.
You have come with the resplendence of Bhaerava.
The flow of the river has dwindled
and stars are floating in the cloudless night.
He whose divine sport is the cause of all
has come in summer in a special form.
* the summer month
** the most prominent star in the summer season
*** Shiva's son, a great Tantric personality
114
At dawn, piercing with the peacock's call
who are You who came in Your ankle bells,
jingling sweetly like a hundred lyres,
adorning Your body with the lustre of clouds?
The plam trees today have dressed in new garments,
a gentle breeze spreads the pollen of screwpine flowers
and drifts towards the distant azure sky.
Today the frogs are croaking in joy
and the jasmine flowers are whispering secrets
while the blushing kaminii flowers are shedding their fragrance
and glance at You, again and again.
115
On a rainy night You came
in the garden of tuberoses.
Locking myself in,
alone with wounded feelings,
I sat in a corner of my small house
when You came in the garden of tubersorses.
Storm after storm howled,
pounding and dashing again and again.
Yet, the whole night You kept awake
with Your symphony in the garden of tuberoses.
The rains were pouring in torrential gusts,
sweeping and blowing in gale after gale.
Yet the whole night You kept awake,
drawn by the pull of love
in the garden of tuberoses.
In the stromy night You came
in the garden of tuberoses.
Unmindfully, I sat in my small closed room
and only the tuberoses knew You had come.
116
In the bower of begonia flowers,
the rains have come,
dancing and dancing in the fields of cane.
All the peacoks have started
prancing in rhythm.
In the deep, vibrant sounds from the lyres,
the world without rhythm
has found new life.
The fragrance of jasmine
floats in the wet air;
the pollen of the mind smiles
in sweetest love.
Thrilling in blissful rhythms,
the dying trees have all arisen.
All the peacocks have started
prancing in rhythm.
117
In these rainy days, together with all
let us move forward in concert.
If You do not want to move ahead,
then lie down and tell tales of fallen leaves.
Today, all are intoxicated with joyful rhythm.
With the piercing sound in the throats of peacocks,
this blushing earth dances along.
Its verdant beauty enchants the mind.
The people are full of gleeful mirth.
In all directinos the restless wind blows.
With banter and festivity, songs and delight,
let us fill the lives of all.
Let us move forward together, in concert.
118
The rains have come, and hope has returned.
The skylark's thirst is quenched.
The once parched grasses,
in verdant new beauty, carpet the earth.
The rains are pattering on the ground,
as if heavenly nectar was dripping down.
The lost sweetness has returned to the trees
and all the creatures have found new life.
Let us rush today towards our goal supreme,
with full-throated songs, with indomitable spirit.
Now, there is no time to look back or sleep.
119
O clouds! Come near!
We want water,
still more water!
The green seedlings of paddy are withering
in the scorching heat of the sun.
There is not a drop of water,
not a single drop.
The orange blossoms are not yet filled with nectar,
the custard apple blossoms
have not yet become fruits.
The pomelo flowers are not intoxicated with fragrance;
from this cruel drought we want relief.
The kadamba blossoms have all dropped off,
the tuberose flowers cannot bloom.
In this fiery heat the earth is scorched.
Where shall we find the freshness of rain?
120
In the autumn dawn on my one-stringed lute,
in the fragrance of the night jasmine,
my mind is intoxicated with song.
In the sweet, gentle breeze,
on this earth, wet with dew,
in dance and rhythm, the world rushes along.
In the fragrance of the night jasmine
my mind is intoxicated with song.
Even the clouds are not forbidden
to move along the path of light.
Unfolding their wings,
the birds soar in the sky.
In this atmosphere of freedom,
there is a new touch of joy.
O where floats my overflowing heart?
In the fragrance of the night jasmine,
my mind is intoxicated with song.
Today, the flood of the river has receded
and the emerged lands are wearing new garments,
sweet and charming garments.
From this earth and the realms above,
who are You who has come so near,
within the embrace of all?
In the fragrance of the night jasmine,
my mind is intoxicated with song.
121
In the autumn morning I have treaded
a garland of night jasmine flowers washed in dewdrops.
With this desire alone, I have come.
I have threaded a garland of night jasmine flowers
when the white clouds were floating in the sky above,
as if covered with honey.
The smiling lilies and loti
swayed with fragrant bliss.
Sitting in that atmosphere, intoxicated with joy,
I threaded a garland for You.
But my garlands are not simply vowen
by picking up fallen flowers,
for, mingled with each petal,
is a song of compassion and the love of the dawn.
The whole morning, neglecting all my work,
I have brought this garlands for You.
With a gentle laugh, with a heart full of love.
122
O unknown traveller!
You came all alone
at the end of the night
when the jasmine flowers fell.
Seeing my door closed,
You stood by the wayside.
My eyes were half-closed in sleep,
some things I could see,
and some things I could not.
Then, You went away at dawn,
wet with mist at the end of night,
floating in the infinite void.
The jasmine creeper at my door
still carries the message of Your arrival.
Removing its drops of dew,
it remains awake, ever waiting for You.
If at that time I had opened my door
and whispered a word in Your ear,
on that autumn midnight,
I would have floated aloft
and mingled myself in Your melody.
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O Traveller, You came alone at dawn.
When You arrived,
the shiuli flowers fell to the ground.
Finding my door closed,
You remained standing by the roadside.
My eyes were sleepy,
Some things I could see, some things not.
Then You left in the dew-drenched dawn,
disappearing into the formless.
The jasmine creeper at my door
still carries Your message.
As the morning dew disappears,
remains in me the hope of Your return.
If my door had been open,
I could have spoken to You
and merged myself in the flow of Your melody.
123
There comes the autumn,
stepping in cadence of dance.
With stately rhythm,
it smiles on the earth.
The autumn is not only perfuming the night jasmine flowers.
Autumn is not only floating on the rafts of white clouds.
Autumn comes in life, it comes in the mind.
Autumn enchants the world
and it smiles
in the innermost heart.
Autumn is not only in the aroma of pomelos.
Autumn is not only in the rhythms of the swaying kush grass.
Autumn comes in life,
it comes in the mind.
Autumn thrills the world,
and it smiles in the innermost heart.
124
Autumn, with Your enchanting melody,
has intoxicated the sky and the air.
With the nectar of the distant azure void,
it has coloured the life of this earth.
The rivers are full of water.
The verdant beauty of trees and plants,
have awakened golden dreams in all.
In the sweet and silvery coulds,
all hopes are drifting along awakened.
All rythms are rushing towards Him.
The autumn has intoxicated the sky and the air.
125
Today, in the sky, is a festival of stars.
The whole world has lost itself in joy.
The air is intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers
and all beings are filled with mirth.
The world has lost itself in joy.
Today, the fountain of effulgence is flowing.
In joy, the papiya bird bursts into song.
Today, with sweet jingling rose feet,
filling my life, who has come?
Today, a flood of nectar flows along.
In joy and delight the three worlds sing.
Today, all desires are drenched in sweetness.
Filling my mind, who has come?
The world has lost itself in joy.
126
One rotation is complete.
The days flow on,
the year passes by.
How many flowers have dropped down?
How many fruits have fallen?
The year passes by.
With what warmth did we sing our rhythmic songs!
With what pain did we cry a flow of tears!
The year was mingled with my life,
and now, today, it is gone,
into oblivion it flows.
Those who come,
go to depart
and those who depart,
go to return.
Those who float into the distnat blue sky,
will return in newer and newer forms.
The year passes by.
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One rotation of six seasons is complete.
The days flowed on, the year passed by.
How many flowers have faded away?
How many fruits have fallen off?
The year passes by.
With what agony and flowing tears
the year has mingled with my life!
Today it is gone,
into oblivion it flows.
Those who come, come to depart.
And those who depart, go to return.
Those who float into the distant blue sky,
will return in new forms.
The year passed by, one rotation is complete.
127
The melody of the new is played today.
With the swaying of flowers,
the earth is wearing new garments,
making me forget all my pains.
Today, in the path of forward movement,
no obstacle stands in our way.
Our full-throated songs
are all sung in one tune.
Forgetting all our differences,
merging together and laughing,
let us march ahead today.
Let us move together wih all,
with the swaying of flowers.
In the rhythm of dance, with boundless bliss,
in the fragrant aroma of the pollen of life,
in this atmosphere of New Year's delight,
where is He who has made us all dance?
Where is He who has excited our hearts?
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The tune of the new is played today,
sending a thrill in the garden of flowers.
The earth is wearing new garments,
making me forget all my pains and agonies.
Today, on the path of forward movement,
no obstacles stand before us.
Our full-throated songs are all sung in one tune.
Forgetting all our differences,
merging together and laughing,
let us march ahead,
let us move together with all.
In the rhythm of dance,
with boundless bliss,
in the fragrant aroma of the pollen of life,
in this atmosphere of new year's delight,
where is He who has made us all dance,
where is He who has excited our hearts?
128
O year, new year!
In all directions You spread welfare for all.
The new dawn is beckoning.
With the blue rays of the new day's light,
let the trees and creepers be verdant and fresh,
let the wild animals feel safe,
let the birds fill their throats with nectar
and in all directions soar above.
Let the differences between people be removed.
Let the wastage of intellect cease.
Let the power of all the destructive forces be contained.
129
The flow of melody moves on,
keeping pace with the flow of life.
Storms and dust storms,
love, affection and sweetness
are all bound in Your melody,
and intoxicated in Your song.
The new light of the new year
has blended its melody with Yours.
Nothing is now unmelodious
in this world of divine play.
I know, O Lord, You are close to me,
taking charge of my pleasures and pains.
When thinking of You,
I float in Your current,
in Your smile,
in the dawn of the new year.
130
The golden dawn of my life, is it returning again?
Piercing the darkness of countless pains,
countless agonies, countless humiliations.
How many twilights, how many dawns,
how many autumn and spring nights,
how many hopes and aspirations
have all passed by, floating away in tears?
On the eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles,
the fragrance of flowers floats in the air.
With the new delight of the new year,
the memories of pain all vanish away.
131
New Year came today to give bliss to all,
to intoxicate the mind with fruits and flowers,
with eaves, juices and fragrance.
Those who have gone far away,
from far to farther,
are still alive.
With the sweet resonance of melody,
let their blessing today inspire others
to move along the path
in the current of melody.
The rotation of the six seasons,
the rise and fall of the polar snow,
in this atmosphere
I dedicate my life to the welfare of all.
132
On my birthday, in the current of the new,
let new light dawn upon us,
and, in the rhythms of the Lord of rhythm,
fill my life with new ideas.
Whatever You will give,
I will accept with outstretched palms.
Whatever You will say,
I will hold in my innermost heart.
Your life, I will offer back to You.
With Your name, let me be intoxicated.
The tender new leaves are now full-grown.
Their reddishness has now become green.
I want to dedicate myself to serving all,
with renewed vigour and fresh strength.
I shall no longer sing songs of despair.
I shall no longer think of my life as a burden.
With countless rhythms,
with sweetest bliss,
let me carry Your message on.
Let new light dawn upon me.
133
On Your auspicious birthday,
the light of dawn comes in a new form,
smiling in a new way at every moment.
The sky and the air are overflowing with nectar,
and in the flood of joy,
my heart floats away to an unknown place.
Today, in the enchanting rhythm of blissful attainment,
sweet memories surge in my mind
Today, in the blue sky,
in the gentle breeze,
the birds continue to sing.
In the blossoms of trees,
in the smiling flowers,
the flood of nectar continues to flow.
In all, through all,
I have attained You.
I attained You in the core of my life,
on Your auspicious birthday.
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At the moment of Your birth,
the light of dawn came to me,
in a new form with new hope.
All desires, all attainments
became fulfilled
in the smiling blue sky.
What do the birds say today?
With flowers and fruits the trees bend low.
Today, in the murmuring forest,
in the sweet breeze,
everything dances in new delight.
Today, with mirth and joy,
song and satisfaction,
fulfillment lies in the new air.
135
On this birthday, at this auspicious moment,
my life is filled with immeasurable bliss.
Every atom, every molecule vibrates
with new colour and fragrance.
Transported with joy,
lost in themselves,
the minds of all are absorbed in You.
Their overflowing hearts
dance in that enchanting rhythm
for You and You alone.
You have come out of love,
and in love You remain near.
You are in the rays of the effulgent light.
You are the bliss of all.
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The tender plants of today
will one day cover the arid desert
with their fruits, flowers and leaves.
Watering them with the call of love,
we shall all protect them,
in rains and storms,
in disease and in calamity.
O tree, we are with You.
Let this gray and arid earth
be covered with fresh greeness.
Let the desert thirst be quenched.
Let all the deserts of this universe
be filled with verdant beauty.
137
We don't want anything more
than a little love and a little house
where we can lay our heads,
in sun, rain and in mist.
Knowingly we shall never neglect You.
Just as we maintain ourselves,
we shall maintain our house.
We want a peaceful little nest,
filled with the nectar of love.
More than this, we do not want.
In storms and typhoons,
in the roaring of thunder,
You are the giver of shelter.
In love and affection,
You are a father to us.
In our perfect little house,
let boundless love prevail always.
138
Wherever I look, I see only His form,
glittering both inside and out.
In the sky and in the air He floats,
shining in pure resplendence,
smiling in all the flowers.
Whith the magic of His sweetness,
He sings in unspoken words into all hearts.
With sweet vibrations
He comes in the cadence of dance.
How can I forget Him?
He who stirs the seven realms
and makes them swing and dance?
Whether I hide myself in mountain caves,
or conceal myself in the sky,
disguised in sky-blue garments -
wherever I go -
He is already there,
surrounding all.
He smiles in the iris of the eye.
He smiles in the pupil of the eye.
The more I try to forget Him,
the more I remember,
the more I remember.
How difficult is it to live without Him!
Wherever I look, I see only His form.
He is inside me, glittering and laughing.
139
You came in the silent midnight
to enlighten the sky of my heart.
Though I had no merit, You still came
and taught me how to love,
to love all living creatures.
The more I feel I will forget You,
the more I am caught in Your embrace.
I cannot forget Your dangerous flute.
The flute that overflows the banks of my heart.
It fills me with laughter and removes all my tears.
Your dangerous smile,
Your bewitching smile,
Your bewitching flute.
In all seasons, on all days,
You are mingled in my existence.
In every atom and cell of my life,
my body in Your body,
my atoms in Your atoms,
You are merged in my mind,
You are merged in my entire mind.
You came in the silent midnight
to fill my all with Your effulgence.
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You are like a black ribbon,
mingled in my braids -
black merged into black.
You are in my cosmetic mark,
in the collyrium of my eyes.
You are so close, yet I cannot see You!
Why this unique sport,
why this game of hide-and-seek?
I do not understand.
My happiness knows no bounds;
I feel You so close.
I am always afraid lest I may lose You.
Why I am afraid, I do not know.
The more I decide not to worry,
The more and more I worry.
Why I worry, I do not know.
For ages You have kept me awake,
lightning the flame of my life,
unfolding the wings of my mind.
Come and stand before me, smiling,
with Your gentle steps, on Your rosy feet.
You are like a black ribbon,
mingled in my braids,
mingled in the black mole on my cheek,
mingled in every pore of my life.
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In the sky and in the ocean,
in forests and fields,
in creepers and leaves,
He remains concealed.
In the autumn midnight
He fills the night jasmine with fragrance.
How can we forget the one,
whose beauty is the universal beauty?
We cannot forget Him.
We cannot forget Him.
How can we remain away from Him
whose light is the universal light?
We cannot, we cannot,
we can never keep away from Him.
If ever my fragrance bloomed like a flower,
on the branch of a beautiful forest tree,
He would surround me like a tender red leaf,
encircling me with His crimson radiance.
I want His embrace forever.
I never want to go far away.
In the sky and in the ocean,
in forest and fields,
in creepers and leaves,
He remains concealed.
All flowers,
blooming from dawn to midnight,
are filled with His blissful fragrance.
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Where the sky and the ocean meet,
far beyond that,
hold my hand and take me,
to that far-distant horizon.
Take me, O Lord.
I want to float in Your formless effulgence,
in Your transcendental melodies.
Whenever I decide not to see You in my mind,
I look and see You already seated there.
My body in Your body,
my atoms in Your atoms,
You are merged in my mind,
You are merged in my entire mind.
You came in the silent midnight
to fill my all with effulgence.
You are hiding in my mind
radiating Your effulgence secretly,
radiating Your effulgence secretly in my mind.
Then I look and see You already seated there
radiating Your effulgence secretly in my mind.
At dawn and at midnight, on all days,
You are everywhere,
inside and outside the deepest recesses of my heart.
So I am never alone.
O, I am never alone.
I am never alone anywhere.
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O! What am I hearing?
The name that secretes the sweetest nectar,
that priceless name
without which my life would turn valueless.
How blissful is the name that entered my ear,
leaving a sweet touch in the core of my heart.
In the rhythm of that name, with sweetest bliss,
the overjoyed earth took shelter in Him,
swaying in the rhythm of His name.
In His current I am floating, floating.
In His effulgence I am laughing, laughing.
In Him I remain merged,
merged in Him I remain.
With the crimson colours of His light,
I shall colour Him.
His name I will spread throughout the universe
with sweet ideation.
I will spread His sweet name with sweet ideation.
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Come with gentle and slow steps,
come deep inside my mind.
I have unlocked the doors
to welcome You with all my heart.
The time passes by with the pangs of birds.
The evening approaches with the sweet touch of sadness.
Holding the evening lamp,
come inside
and radiate light on all sides.
In the swinging of Your life,
my life sways.
With the magic of Your melody,
my mind is intoxicated.
My mind is intoxicated with the magic of Your melody.
Today, in the southern breeze,
in sweetest dream,
You encircle the horizon.
You are in the southern breeze.
You are in the flame of my life,
You are in the flower of my heart.
You fill my all.
You fill my all.
O Lord You fill my all!
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In the distant blue sky,
in the southern breeze,
in the fragrance of flowers,
in the springtime of mind,
my mind constantly seeks You.
My overflowing heart constantly rushes towards You.
O Lord, it rushes towards You, it rushes.
My overflowing heart constantly rushes towards You.
In the northeastern corner of my mind
countless clouds have gathered.
In the golden light of Your pure smile,
where did the clouds drift to?
Where did they drift to,
those clouds that had gathered?
O where did they drift to?
In the golden light of Your pure smile,
where did the clouds drift to?
In this brilliant crimson dawn,
please colour my mind.
Remove all my shame,
remove all my fear,
remove all my pettiness - remove it all.
Remove all my pettiness.
In this crimson dawn, please colour my mind.
In the distant blue sky,
in the southern breeze,
my mind constantly yearns for You.
My mind constantly yearns for You.
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In countless rhythms You came -
dancing and dancing, laughing and laughing -
with the resonance of Your sound
with the deep thoughts of Your heart
with the jingling of ankles bells on Your feet.
Your came with the resonance of sound.
With the deep thoughts of Your heart,
with the jingling of ankles bells on Your feet,
You came, O Lord.
Bloom like a flower on the branch of a tree,
and fill it with fragrance.
Appear as the distant sky.
Be the blue colour that encircles all -
that encircles all, O Lord.
Surround me from all sides.
In countless rhythms You came -
dancing and dancing, laughing and laughing.
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In the sweet and glimmering midnight
You came into my mind.
For a moment only, You came.
In the eternal garden of nectar of my mind,
You came,
for a moment only.
You came in the garden of my mind, You came.
In all flowers lies Your sweetness.
In the vast ocean lies Your greatness.
In the distant blue sky lies Your glory -
floating from life to life,
floating in the sweetness of flowers,
floating in the glory of the blue sky.
All my atoms and molecules are transported in joy.
Every part of me weeps for every part of You.
All my atoms and molecules are trasported in joy.
All the ideation of my life floats towards You.
All the rhythms of my heart rush in Your attraction,
rush towards You.
All the rhythms of my heart rush towards You.
All the ideation of my mind floats towards You,
floats towards You.
In the sweet and glimmering midnight,
You came,
creating a stirr in the eternal garden of nectar of my mind.
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Waves of light beyond light.
The earth is filled with light.
You have filled all with an ocean of light.
My heart is filled with Your light.
I am the flame of a little lamp.
On my forehead is a mark of collyrium,
yet, I have loved You alone.
I have lost myself.
The earth is filled with light.
I have loved, I have loved You alone.
I am the flame of a little lamp
but I loved You.
You alone I have loved.
I have lost myself.
There is nothing more for me to understand.
There is nothing more for me to know.
Of all my understanding, all my knowing,
You are the last word.
This much I understand, this much I know.
This little lamp is lost in Your light.
I am filled with Your limitlessness, O Lord!
With Your limitlessness I am filled.
In Your light my little lamp is lost, O Lord!
With Your limitlessness I am filled.
Waves of light beyond light.
The universe is filled with light.
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In a sweet dream, deep in my mind,
I saw You again and again.
In the world of my heart,
with enchanting anklets,
You created countless waves of vibrations.
In Your melody the river flows,
in Your sweet resonance the deer gazes on.
With Your touch all atoms and molecules
vibrate in symphonic harmony.
The mind forgets space and time.
Everything rushes off,
rushes off beyond time and space.
Forsaking all momentum and all sentiment -
forsaking everything,
I want to attain You only.
In a sweet dream,
deep in my mind,
I attained You in countless flows.
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Give me strength,
O Lord, give me strength!
I want to remove all my bondages.
Give me melody, still more melody,
so that I may always sing Your songs.
In the hopes and despairs of gain and loss,
let my mind never be involved.
In Your vast cosmic vibration,
let me create at least a tiny star.
Let me merge myself in Your work.
Let me merge myself, O Lord.
Creating just a tiny star.
Let me merge myself in Your work.,
creating just a tiny star.
Let me merge myself in Your work.
In the monotony of life,
my mind refuses to remain.
It wants to flow in the nectar of melody.
In the world there are countless flows.
Give me strengh, O Lord.
Give me strengh.
I want to break all bondages of attachment.
Give me melody, still more melody,
so that I may always sing Your songs.
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O Lord,
You came from beyond the valley of darkness.
For aeons, I had been waiting for You,
night and day, night and day.
How many days passed by?
How many stars vanished from the skies?
Yet, I remained awake, waiting for Your advent.
Finally, You came to me on a blissful night
and fullfilled all my hopes,
with Your refulgent splendour.
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In a sweet dream in the campaka grove,
I have seem Him in the mirror of my mind.
In the tranquil air and intoxicating fragrance,
with eyes filled with wonder,
I have seen Him on the banks of the stream.
From the invisible land the flower pollen drifts off
and to the invisible land it returns.
The peacock of my mind
sways through the blue sky,
and spreads out its fan-like tail.
On a moonlit night,
on a solitary path,
my heart, overflowing with love,
keeps dancing around Him.
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A flood of light beyond light,
a never-ending flood of light,
flows on eternally.
He, the source of light, loves me deeply.
His image resides in my mind.
At times He is so very close,
at times He is so far.
As He drifts along,
He vibrates all with songs and melodies.
The lotus in my mind blooms in numerous hues
and, full of nectar, rushes towards Him.
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Come, come, O Lord, come into my heart!
With Your rosy feet and charming face,
with Your sweet and loving smile.
Your name thrills my heart,
I am coloured with Your colour.
In Your song, in Your dance,
everything of mine dissolves.
In deepest meditation,
my life is lost in You.
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Why do You call me so irresistibly?
I am engrossed in a multitude of activities.
How can I spare time for You?
How can I respond to Your rythms and tunes?
Your delightful melodies, Your conversation,
Your joyful intoxication, Your sweet songs?
When I am so engrossed in the world?
O Lord of my mind, don't You understand my difficulties?
Why do You call me again so entreatingly?
I am overburdened with work.
My time is running out.
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March on! March on!
March together with one and all.
The crimson dawn is waiting for You.
March on towards Him!
March on! March on!
Go out to all the countries with the message of love.
Think of the sorrows and pains of all and help them.
The universal human society
today calls You with tear-filled eyes.
Remove the load of afflictions from their heart
and wipe the tears from their eyes.
You have come to serve all.
Let this be understood by each and everyone.
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The unknown one, who I called again and again,
today appeared in my dream.
I secretly glanced at Him in the rainbow-coloured sky.
With the sweet jingling of ankle bells,
in pleasent, delightfull contemplation of Him,
I have understood that He,
the unknown one, was residing in my eyes.
I learned everything about Him.
And yet, I now realise how little I really know about Him.
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You are in the minds of all,
and all are in Your mind.
In pain and pleasure, unknowingly,
all long for Your Grace.
Come closer to me, come still closer.
All seek Your Grace.
You sympathize with the sorrows of all.
You are the eternal companion.
Your enchanting flute and sweet smile,
break all barriers,
and flood my heart with joy.
Beyond the ocean of darkness,
You are the effulgent light.
Of all loves, Yours is the greatest.
In Your rhythm all are dancing,
as if caught in the spell of a dream.
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O Lord, I love You.
Your sweet smile enchants my eyes.
In creepers and plants,
in the pollen of flowers,
in the blue of the sky,
in the flow of streams,
You have spread Your sweet smile,
destroying the blinding darkness.
In the mountain caves,
in the bottom of the sea,
in every atom, in the depth of ideas,
You remain ever wakeful,
floating in the sweet blossom of mind.
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I have attained You, O Lord!
I have attained You
in my thoughts and contemplation.
In the spotless blue sky,
in the fragrance of the campaka flowers,
and in the lonely heart,
so full of love and devotion.
In the soothing touch of kindness,
in the joy of light,
in the vibrant resonance of the loving earth,
I have attained You, O Lord!
The sky-kissing mountains,
in salutation to You,
lower their head,
as the snows melt.
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To the enthralling tune of Your music
my hear drifts far, far away.
He is inseparably bound to every atom.
The turbulent oceans proclaim only His glory.
In the sweet universal rhythm of the vast space
He lies covert in everything.
He is everywhere.
He is enthroned in the deepest golden cavity of the mind.
Minds vibrate with His vibration.
Hearts overflow due to His divine vibration.
He is everywhere - inside and outside each and every entity.
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Please say something, please hear me!
Don't go away so soon!
In the infinity of the great blue sky,
don't ignore me.
In a hundred ways You keep me alive,
on countless paths and in countless streams.
Don't let the nectar of the flowers of my mind dry up.
Don't go away so soon.
Only You have I loved.
In sorrow and happiness, day and night,
I have kept the lotus of my mind blooming,
do not tear its petals.
Don't go away so soon.
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In any low thought
I will not allow my mind to fall.
No, no, no, I won't do petty, selfish, small things.
I will seat my mind in the effulgence of meditation,
I will create a new world.
This world and the celestial realms are waiting for me
in breathless expectation.
I will fulfill their hopes.
I will cause the stream of life to flow.
Removing tears, I will bring smiles.
Crying will cease and flutes will play.
On this earth will descend auspicious days.
Sorrows and pains will torment me no more.
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Who will take it?
Come, come running.
A great life, bubbling with immense vitality has come.
The new dawn has come,
colouring the mind
and filling it with sweetness.
On land and in water,
in the air and in the sky,
at every moment,
in the intoxicating fragrance,
enkindling the stream of light in hundreds of lamps,
His arrival heralds the dawn of a new era.
In this blissful and charming obsession,
the entire universe is beaming in joy.
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As regards the path of movement,
there is still more to say.
Remember, this path leads to Him alone.
Amidst light, amidst the dancing light,
joining hands with all,
we move and we shall continue to move.
We shall lift by our hands those who are tottering.
We hear the rhythmic songs of their footfall.
We hear the beats of their hearts,
and the pulsation of their existence.
The one whom I eagerly want,
wants me too.
He stands at the farthest end of my path.
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Piercing the veil of darkness,
the waves of light keep rushing towards the unlimited.
Sending forth a clarion call,
He goes His way,
and, vibrating all, He moves on.
The tender buds of minds dance in His rhythm.
The peacocks of the mind
and the dancing nightingales,
pray for His grace.
With tremendous speed,
in emotional surcharge,
He attracts all towards Himself.
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The dust particles of the holy feet of the supreme father
lie scattered throughout the universe.
They lie embedded in its every pore.
In the minds of all, in every atom,
He resides,
hiding from all.
However much we may look for Him outside,
we never see Him in the outer world.
When we realise both inside and outside as one,
we see Him everywhere.
We attain Him in love,
in devotion,
and in the resonance of life.
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Today all my hopes have reddened with crimson rays,
for, my love for Him has attained fruition.
The forest creepers are laden with flowers.
The creeper in my mind bends in joy.
All expressions are exeedingly sweet today.
Come and let us set out for the ocean of light.
Let us accept the bright side of everything.
Let us full-throatedly sing of glorious ideas,
and forget all past tears and smiles.
Come and let us mingle with all in love,
let us open up our hearts in songs
and exchange our pure love and joy.
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You came, O Lord,
to rouse me from slumber,
to lead me on along the path of consciousness.
Alas, forgetting You,
I was moving on a wrong path.
I could not keep myself on the right track.
Many a day had passed,
many evenings had come and gone,
many a night had passed in agony.
I could not follow the right path.
I could not move on the right track.
But today You have come in person
to guide me along the path of consciousness.
With Your gracious arrival,
all my pains and all my despairs,
are now over.
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You are nearest to all, O Lord.
You remain with one and all, filling everyone's life.
In flowers, You are the floral nectar.
In minds, You are the colour.
You are the light fragrance to bygone days.
You remain ever-wakeful in all lives and minds.
When one wants to know You,
You remain unknown.
When one tries to comprehend You,
You remain beyond comprehension.
When one tries to find You,
only Your lovely feet and charming face are found.
People encounter Your lovely feet and charming face only.
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O Lord,
awaiting Your arrival,
my mind remains ever wakeful.
Come close to me,
come close in song and dance.
Come closer still,
the door of my heart is never closed.
Come to me,
I have prepared fragrance, lights and flowers
with sweet devotion.
Come to me,
my pure love is cleansed
by the gentle dew of my affection.
O Lord of the universe,
my unflickering flame of devotion
keeps ablaze for You.
Let raging storms blow,
let the rolling thunder sound -
my lamp can never be extinguished.
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Without You Grace,
the boat of my life drifts in a shoreless ocean.
I don't want to listen to anything else.
I don't want to gain any further knowledge.
In only want You to come near me.
With outstreched hands
I catch hold of Your feet.
I fear the light of arrogance of action.
I detest the vanity of knowledge.
Come silently and sit beside me
in blissful attainment.
All action and all knowledge attain consummation in You.
Of all action and all knowledge,
You are the terminating point.
Once You are attained, everything is attained.
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The mundane and the celestial worlds
reverberate with His foot-sound.
The worlds vibrate with His divine vibration.
On the dazzling peaks of snowy mountains
and the high waves of the oceans
is imprinted His message only.
The leaves and creepers,
the soft lines of flowers,
the festival of colours in the recesses of our minds,
the last of the forgotten thoughts -
are all vibranting with His vibration.
Hence, before my departure,
I send forth my clarion call to all:
O human beings, follow Him and Him alone.
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You are in my mind
and You are in the minds of all.
All those residing in Your mind
long for Your divine shelter.
The loftiest mountain bows down to You.
Peacefully grounded,
it longs for the dust of Your holy feet.
To whichever way I look,
I see only You.
I have come from You,
and to You only I return.
All Your divine sports,
all games of hide and seek
are directed unto You alone.
One who remains forgetful of You,
becomes deluded into self-oblivion.
Such a one loses himself/herself in cimmerian darkness.
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O Lord,
on this blissful day,
please whisper secret words to me.
This delightful day is filled with songs of the ever-new.
Everyone is most near to me,
everyone displays compassion.
Make all lives overflow with songs.
In their rhythms the earth today
breaks out in new melodies.
The rise and fall of music
brings joy to all living beings.
Today, in resonance,
graciously fill the pores of every mind with hope.
Kindle the earth-enthralling shining light
into all lives.
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Life ceaselessly moves on.
We continously dance towards that fromless self.
We did not come here to weep.
We came for rhythm and song.
The remote nebulae move through emptiness,
and the mind swings like a pendant.
Even dust-motes move at split-second intervals,
and from dying grasses new shoots emerge.
By my urge to live and the radiance of my spirit,
I move on,
trampling underfoot all pessimism.
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Do You not know
that I ever await You?
So many days and nights passed by,
and yet, I remain ever awake,
awaiting You.
What is this sport of Yours,
always same and yet, always new?
Just keep on playing Your awesome game,
but do not think I will give up.
For, it is me who is bound to win
when You will stand before me.
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You gave me a mind,
and in that mind
thoughts of You awakened,
as days and nights passed by.
You are the star that never guides astray.
Unto You, everything is moving.
You have given me a heart,
and in that heart
I meditate upon You.
The current of my life becomes lost
in Your current.
All are in Your mind,
and You are in the minds of all.
All thoughts will one day merge in You.
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You came, O Lord, amidst storms and tempests.
Forever stay in my mind's white lotus.
Many an evening,
many a crimson dawn,
many a starlit night have passed.
Now is the time,
O resplendent one,
to meditate on one who is timeless.
Stealthily You entered my life and mind.
No one in the universe knew of Your visit.
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My sleeping heart has woken up
and is now moving towards You.
It moves on and on,
tearing off all bondages.
No infatuation will hold it back,
and no object control it.
In its movements unto You, it smashed both.
Can a few cobwebs
stop the movement
of a mighty elephant?
Unmindfully, ignoring the presence of obstacles,
my heart rushes on towards the supreme entity.
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Come close,
come still closer,
come into my mind.
Come in ever-new forms,
resonate in my heart
and vibrate my life.
From the realm of formlessness,
You have become form.
O king of the formless!
Today, all my yearnings have been fulfilled,
my quest has come to an end.
Today, all want You from the depth of the heart.
All want You close in whatever is done.
Except You,
nothing is worth attaining.
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Today, all hearts sing to the same tune,
all dance, ideating on only one.
In boundless love for Him,
in His sweet shelter,
with faces turned towards Him,
all move ahead.
The love for Him binds all.
In His nectarial flow,
all come together.
In shapes, rhythms and mental flows,
He gathers all to shower His nectar.
183
I have attained the world of music.
I have forgotten the past.
In attaining You, I attained everything.
I have set aside childish plays.
As a moth flies towards the flame,
not knowing it rushes into the face of death,
similarly, abandoning spirit for matter is death -
I have now understood this fact.
I shall henceforth rush towards You,
singing only songs of You.
You are the end of all desires and attainments.
This essence I have come to realise.
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With jingling bells and a heart-pleasing aroma,
He came, making my heart overflow with love.
The resonance of lyres
made me yearn for that divine one
who permeates my mind.
Obliterating all inner tarnish
and infirmities of matter,
I shall forget all pain,
and watch the divine one display His forms.
Today, all words of all languages quietly fade away,
as we ever remember the stealer of minds.
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In the day I floated the boat of songs
into the distant sky,
hoping that in the night
You might stay with me.
In the dance of waves a rhythm arised
and vibrated my mind.
You went to a distant land,
leaving me with only Your footprints.
Today, mentally and physically,
let me sail that fragrant flower boat
to the melody of the glittering stars above.
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Come into my mind.
Sit inside my mind.
Speak to me, O Lord.
Remain within my mind.
O Lord of my heart's cave,
come in my ideation,
come in my dhyana.
Come in my mind,
blemishless,
blissfully.
Come into my mind,
come with the heart-gladdening fragrance of flowers.
Come, O Lord,
dispelling all the anxieties of my heart.
Come O Lord,
into every recess of my heart.
Come with ever more songs, rhythms and resonances.
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Throughout all my actions,
I have longed for You.
I prayed for Your image
to forever remain
magestically deep in my heart.
I came into the world to engage myself in Your work.
I came into the world to drift in thoughts of You.
Let Your melody reverberate my mind.
Let me proclaim to the world the glories of Your grace.
Under the starts and moon,
in the still and silent night,
let the prancing peacock of my mind fan its tail.
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You chose to descend,
and came within my grasp.
I wonder why?
What for You descended upon this dusty earth,
I do not understand.
For days and nights,
throughout ages,
I waited with the light of hope
and the shadow of disappointment.
Do You know
how much of my time passed by?
You came in the stillness of the night,
to play upon my mental lyre,
to make flowers bloom on hard rock,
to vibrate all with joy.
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In joy and sorrow
You are my eternal companion.
Never ever let me slip beyond Your sight.
Never ever leave me alone in fearful sorrows.
Never ever abandon me in fountains of smiles.
I have filled my basket with colourful flowers, look.
Now, come with a soft smile and gently take me with You.
Do never ever turn Your face away from me.
Though I cannot give You what You want,
please do not ignore my humble offering.
190
I have lost my poem in the gardenia grove.
I concede defeat to the aroma of the gardenia.
Instead of diving within,
I am moving about externally.
I did not respect Your advice.
All pains embedded in the cave of my heart,
all unspoken words,
have vanished.
I cannot understand
whose fragrance brought about this transformation.
But I know,
my poems, my songs,
are not my own.
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You brought nectar to flowers.
You gave melody to music.
You vibrated the universe
with the ocean of light's surging waves.
In the silent moonlit midnight,
You sung songs of spiritual awakening.
Into the caverns of cimmerian darkness,
You poured new light.
You are everywhere.
You exist in every age.
You were in the past
and will forever remain.
From the inner core of minds,
You sing songs of limitlessness.
You lead everyone far beyond
the realms of mundane aspirations and attainments.
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Come, O Lord,
come graciously into the temple of my mind.
I have prepared the altar for You.
Come from the world of formlessness
into the world of forms.
Come and sit close to me.
I hold and offer You
the burning lamp of my life.
I fill my basket of offerings
with mental fragrance.
The full-bloomed, hundred-petalled lotus of my life
is the flower arrangement I made for You.
Free from the pride of knowledge,
and the vanity of life,
I approach You with an unburdened heart.
193
Loosing the path in the ocean of darkness,
don't forget the polestar of your life.
Don't forget the formless one who keeps on dancing,
encircling darkness from beyond the ocean of staticity.
Keep ever-fresh flowers on the altar of your mind.
Fill it with a sweet smile bathed in dewdrops,
and see His radiance float in the vast void.
In the ocean of boundless spirituality,
there is neither prayer, nor asking, nor attainment.
Just keep on watching His Majesty
and saturate your heart with His radiance.
194
Forgetting You,
who is able to remain in this universe?
The world bubbles with vitality,
and glitters with Your august presence.
Forgetting You,
whatever we think
becomes mere imagination.
Forgetting You,
whatever we say
turns worthless.
Without Your touch,
all the earth's joyous smiles and lights
remain mere illusions.
In the attainment of Your blessing,
in receiving Your divine touch,
everything becomes sweet and pleasing.
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Come into my life.
Come into my mind.
Come with all suggestions of dance.
O ocean of beauty!
Fill the pot of my heart ot the brim.
In half-bloom,
the flower buds await Your light.
All celestial bodies of the distant void
speechlessly await Your divine melody.
With Your light,
with Your melody,
You bring new vibrations to the universe.
You love those who love You.
You also love those who love You not.
By exchanging macrocosm with microcosms,
You fill all beings with the elixir of life.
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Krs'n'a
Who will take me?
I want to give myself,
I want to bestow myself upon all minds.
Your doors are bolted,
Your path is closed - how can I go?
The devotees of Vra'ja
Come, devotees, we all are ready to catch You.
Removing the stones from our path,
we have made our minds bright with divine effulgence.
Krs'n'a
Then, O devotees, I will make You all dance.
Come, everyone, in remembrance and contemplation.
None is far from me;
Everyone is with me in the cadence of love.
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O my friend, my companion,
in which far-distant land
have You been for so long?
Seeing and loving You, O Lord,
all the embankments of my heart
break off.
You exist, therefore I exist also.
With Your vibrations,
I keep on dancing
and leave aside all preocupations.
You come to me with a benign smile, why?
Today, I merge the flow of my life in Your melody
and float afar in joy.
198
This lyre of my mind has lost its rhythm.
It produces music, only if He plays it.
Merging one's melody in His melody,
one will have to play the instrument.
In all expression, He smiles.
He persistently refuses to sit beside me.
The smiles of my heart drift away
towards an unknown, far-distant land.
He looks into my eyes,
eluding my grasp.
He leaves me behind,
dancing to the magic of melody.
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In silent hours,
from within the core of my heart,
who calls me
in the language of songs?
He says,
come, come,
sit beside me.
Why keep away
at this odd hour?
Much time passed by.
Many a crimson dawn,
many a radiant evening,
vibrating with the surging waves of life,
faded away.
Why did You not come?
Why did You not sit beside me?
Why did You not respond to the call of those
who longed for Your response?
O Lord, You went afar.
With what magic
do You bind me today?
With what bond of flowers?
I am baffled and do not know what I should do.
I have decided to garland You.
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You have come,
You have stolen my mind.
You have made me forget
all worries of life.
In the stream of ideation,
day and night,
You have woven a garland of songs,
anointing it with Your melody.
By the touch of divine life,
even burning meteors
seems as soothing as sandal paste to me.
By the cool green shade of divine life,
the desert thirst is forever quenched.
Today, all pains and agonies of life
lie mingled as if in a basket of soft flowers.
I wait and wait and look within.
And in the pleasant pains of my heart
I discover
that You have poured on me
profuse love.
