Translations only
1201 - 1300
1201
O Lord,
You came into my dark heart
and kindled light.
You made unbloomed buds bloom
and raised honey under the cover of petals.
Those helpless
and under the spell of a deep slumber,
by Your touch, obtained consciousness.
You provided heartfelt melodies
to the birds that were resting in their nest.
You decorated the dark earth with colours
and, in the game of colours,
You became absorbed.
You arose amidst awakened hearts.
You removed all fear
and filled everyone with hope.
1202
O Lord,
those days of mine,
when I lost myself,
are over.
The buds of flowers dropped down
when I touched them with my bare hands.
Nights come,
days also come.
Yet, their smiles do not come,
the way they came earlier.
Today, I listen to the tune of spring
and take it to be the outburst of my heart.
In the murmur sound of dry leaves,
I hear the sound of tender leaves.
1203
O Lord,
with whatever capacity
You bestowed in my throat,
I shall continue calling You.
The beacon of light that You showed,
towards it,
I continue to move on the path.
The world that appears
on the other side of the ocean,
the light that shines,
piercing through the bosom of darkness,
in all that,
You exist...
and therefore, I fear none.
I know that there is no point in fearing.
The honey that remained unconsumed
survives in the bud to this day.
The language that did not fade
still survives in the mind.
Within You,
all exist,
happily sleeping.
By Your wish,
I continue to rush,
taking all with me,
in the glory of Your attainment.
1204
O Lord,
You came,
kindled fire
and loved all wholeheartedly.
You opened my eyes,
You smiled softly
and removed all my afflictions.
In darkness and in negligence,
how many days and nights passed by?
You understood my pain,
and hence, You came.
With both hands,
You wiped off my tears.
The moon was in the sky,
the honey was in the flower,
only with me,
remained disappointment.
You came,
applied Your colour
and filled the earth
with the sweetness of hues.
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You came and created light.
You loved us wholeheartedly.
You opened Your eyes and smiled.
Many days passed by in darkness.
You came because You understood our pain.
With both Your hands You wiped away
the tears from our eyes.
The moon remained in the sky,
the pollen stayed in the flower.
I was only feeling hopelessness.
You came and spread Your colours.
You filled the earth
with many colourful forms.
1205
O Lord,
I have loved only You.
However far You may stay,
in whatever way You may hide,
I understood You as the essence of my life.
You are the moon of the blue sky
and the honey in the flower.
You are the softness in the breeze,
and the treasure in the bud.
I have known You
to be beyond this world.
You are both lightning and thunder.
You are the fragrant forest land.
I understood myself as Your particle.
1206
O Lord,
on which unknown dawn,
did You kindle Your light?
This flame glows to this day,
bypassing the bondage of time and date.
From that light,
life emerged,
and the garden
became intoxicated with fragrance.
From that light,
the earth became decorated with colour and form,
attaining heavenly beauty.
From that light,
all received life,
and that light,
makes all great.
That light opened up vision
and enlightened all beings.
1207
A flood of light calls the dark earth.
That light wants to open up the eyes
of whoever remains covered in darkness.
Utter darkness prevailed
everything seemed as black as coal.
By the touch of light and in lively joy,
all awakened.
Light after light came about
colouring the sky and the air.
Keeping my eyes fixed on that light,
I express my salutation to You.
1208
O Lord,
who is that,
singing on the boat of songs and forms?
From the world of form
the boat floats on towards formlessness.
It crosses and surpasses
numerous cities,
mountaintops,
planes,
depths,
and caves.
It moves on towards the unknown.
In a corner of Your boat,
in seclusion,
You provided a place for me.
Engrossing me in Your name,
You float me on.
1209
O Lord,
by the series of Your name and beauty,
You filled the world.
O formless one,
of Your game of beauty,
I do not understand a thing.
Wherever I thought to be an end,
I find the picture of a new beginning beyond it.
A beginning comes after ends.
Its cycle goes up high,
kissing the sky.
When thinking of its best,
I lose myself.
I find innumerable excellent valuables,
constantly appearing thereafter.
1210
O Lord,
You came,
removed all darkness,
kindled light
and pulled the distant ones close.
You destroyed the dirt,
You loved
and awakened hope
in desperate hearts.
The flowers did not bloom
due to fear of darkness.
The bees did not come,
feeling the absence of honey.
You bathed all in effulgence
and brought about beauty.
An era of light came after darkness,
heavenly effulgence spread all over.
What did You do
to rain a flow of nectar?
1211
Calling untimely,
with a heavenly melody,
who is He who keeps travelling?
I thought I would not listen,
yet, I secretly hear,
and cannot stay without listening.
How many seconds and moments passed by?
The sun gradually set in the horizon.
The evening deepens all over.
The birds returned to their family with chirping.
The golden paddy fields
sank into darkness.
Alas, still, You did not come.
1212
Holding the path of light,
You came with stern hands
and a resonant voice.
You removed all darkness.
The darkness which all thought to be permanent,
the agony
that remained concentrated on eveyone’s head,
You removed it all
and bestowed loved.
You crushed the stones on my path.
The fire of vivacity,
that all thought to be extinguished,
the forest fire that had gone lost in the past,
You aroused it all
and created Your divine game, caring for all.
1213
O Lord,
stay forever in my eyes,
so that,
I may remain ever engrossed
in Your ideation,
in Your name
and in Your qualities.
Several lives passed by wastefully,
alas,
in lives of animals,
plants and trees.
By Your grace,
I today attained a human body.
This time,
fulfill my desire.
Many a time I lost my direction
and floated adrift in dogma.
Now, I understand what is essential.
There remains no confusion.
I offer my all unto You.
1214
O Lord,
I love You.
I want only You,
and from You,
I do not want anything.
In the whole of world,
sky and and ocean,
I could not find Your equivalent.
You gave light and air,
food and water.
You gave shelter.
Whatever I did not want,
that too,
You liberally bestowed on me,
without leaving scope for misery to arise.
You are present in both air and fire.
You are the very basis of life.
You are in intellect and in intuition.
You are the root of humanity.
The very small and the great...
none is lost,
for, all have a place at Your feet.
1215
O Lord,
You came,
with overwhelming affection.
Converting dry sand and trees into living greenery,
You smiled.
You filled the earth with happy sweetness,
and awakened a smile on the gloomy face.
Crying hearts started humming with joy,
and, by Your touch,
buds became filled with honey.
Fragrance floats into the floral garden.
The chirping birds
smile in the full moon light.
Into everything, Your have poured nectar.
1216
I understand
that my prolonged night of inertia,
is now over,
and that after much time,
a new morning arrived.
The dawn,
in a new hue,
has enchanted me.
The all engulfing night,
that lasted for ages,
is gone.
The lighting,
that shook my heart,
has passed.
The noisy creatures of darkness
have moved away.
The venom spitting serpent
does no longer pollute the air
and their hoods kill no more.
In the radiant light of joy,
the cakor bird of my mind
remains fully satisfied.
1217
Today,
on this golden and effulgent morning,
the birds sing with a sweet voice,
and ask about Your whereabouts.
The dark night of inertia disappeared.
The dark fog vanished.
The dark curtain was removed.
The kadamba pollen spreads out into the sky.
The frenzied peacock dances
to the rhythm of dambaru.
There is no trace of disappointment whatsoever left.
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O, Lord! Where are You?
In this golden crimson dawn, where are You?
The birds are chirping,
the inertness of the night is gone.
The enveloping black fog has faded away.
Darkness has dispersed.
The pollen of kadamba flowers
is floating towards the blue sky.
In the rhythm of the dambaru drum,
the cheerful peacocks are dancing in ecstasy.
There is no place for despair in this beautiful morning.
Where are You? O, where are You?
note:
Kadamba is the tree Krsna' used to climb to play
His flute. Dambaru is the small drum Shiva used to
play while dancing tandava. At each beat a new
universe is said to be made and destroyed.
1218
O Lord,
for You,
I threaded a garland of malati flowers
(a jasmine type, tall
and red and white flowering creeper).
For You, I rehearsed my melody.
Absorbing my mind in You,
I decorated my altar with flowers.
I cried non stop in order to attain You.
Whatever I obtained
was due to Your grace only.
What I did not get,
was because You did not want it so.
You make me move ahead
for the benefit of my welfare only.
You never think of damaging anyone.
I have therefore attuned my heart to Your rythm.
You gave me intellect,
intuition and discriminating capacity.
You raised my mind,
piercing through all seven strata of existence.
It is Your uncomparable love
that has been kissing my cheeks life after life.
You relieve me from all fears and doubts.
Hence,
I move towards You,
crushing all obstacles.
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For You I have woven a ma'latii garland.
Only for You I rehearsed my songs.
Only for You I decorated myself with flowers,
I cry and cry to get You close to me.
Whatever I have attained, I attained by Your grace.
And what I did not attain,
was because You didn't want it for me.
You led me on for the sake of my own welfare.
You never thought of harming me.
My heart became attuned to Your rhythm.
You gave me conscience, intellect and intuition.
You elevated my mind above the seven worlds.
My matchless love for You will never end.
It will remain life after life,
and lead me unto welfare.
You are the assuager of all my fears and doubts.
Crushing all obstacles in my way, I shall reach You.
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O Lord,
for You I have threaded the garland of malati
(a jasmine type tall red and white flowering creeper) flowers.
For You I have rehearsed the melody.
Absorbing my mind in You,
I decorated the altar with flowers
and continued crying to attain You.
Whatever I obtained was due to Your grace only.
What I did not get was because You did not want so.
You make me move for my welfare only.
You never think of damaging any body.
Hence, I have attuned my heart to Your rythm.
You have given me intellect,
intuition and discriminating capacity.
You have raised my mind,
piercing through all the seven strata of existence.
It is Your uncomparable love
that has been kissing my cheeks life after life.
You relieve me from all fears and doubts.
Hence I move towards You crushing all obstacles.
1219
O Lord,
which heavenly fragrance
did You bring about?
In what upsurge of emotion
did You become intoxicated?
What is that heaven of heart,
which You love with all Your being?
Are You only the dear friend
of those who love You only?
What do You do
to those who do not love You?
Knowingly those who do not love You,
love You wholeheartedly unknowingly,
then, where do You draw the line of demarcation
between the two?
1220
I keep sitting with the memory
of those lost days of arrival in my heart.
I remain awakened
with ointment applied on my eyes,
ever waiting for Your arrival.
In the shivering cold of the northern wind,
in the intensely burning heat of summer,
that carries hot winds,
in all conditions,
You remain.
You are in my heart,
You are in all desires and attainments,
You are at all times.
In the awakening of the golden clouds
of autumn evenings,
in dew wet nights,
in the wind that carries coolness, in dreams,
I attain Your touch in waves of shiver.
1221
Bringing the touch of fire,
spring has come.
Creating vibrations in the blood,
it sings its song in a new tune.
The red colour of the bunches of new leaves
on the kinshuka tree
today charms in the ashoka groves.
Its bee has turned inert.
Who is He, arising in my mind,
colouring it with festivity
in a seven coloured flow of water?
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Spring has come by giving a glimpse of warmth.
It sung a new melody, creating fresh vibrations in my blood.
Today the birds on the leaves and flowers
are charmingly chirping.
On the branches of the ashoka tree the bees are buzzing.
The colour of spring is arising in my mind.
It became coloured with all the seven colours.
1222
O Lord,
O one needing no shelter!
The day has come
when for You,
all doors opened up.
None remains
without food nor clothes,
when, for You,
free distribution prevails.
None remains
orphan and distressed any longer.
All attain His love equally.
In the shelter of humanity,
none has to lie under trees.
No more tolerating of pangs
of hunger and thirst,
no more of the distress call
of the exploited.
The darkness of avidya' is no more,
for, divinity has arisen
in the minds of human beings.
1223
In the garden of my mind,
a thief came,
who is not getting caught.
He took away my entire honey,
without being bothered by obstructions whatsoever.
Day and night this thief is present,
hiding within the pollen of flowers.
While trying to hold that thief,
my mind gets engrossed in the great cosmos.
This thief knows how to love,
and destroys the darkness of my mind.
The sweet smile of that thief
radiates throughout the world.
1224
O Lord,
You hide in my mind.
My mind is unable to locate You.
O object of my meditation,
You exist in all the minds of the world.
Places of pilgrimage are
unable to bind You.
The prayers and the elucidation of Your attributes
fail to attune themselves to Your melody.
O unperceivable Lord beyond the world,
You swing the illusory creation.
You are present in all living beings,
You exist in all thought processes.
You remain expressed equally
within the minutest
as well as within the great cosmos.
You are the evernew divinity
that spreads from a blade of grass
to the greatest of beings.
In Your mind,
the intellect of minds becomes lost.
1225
O Lord,
I loved You.
Why,
I did not know then.
You remain intoxicated in innumerable colours
and with these,
You coloured my mind.
These colours,
I was unable to wipe out back then.
I cried in a dark house,
thinking I had no one of my own.
From the sky of effulgence
You announced aloud:
"I am here, so why fear?"
I forgot that You
do not entertain any suppression of feelings.
I got up during the daylight
and hid my face in the evening.
You held my face with both hands.
You lifted up
and told me:
"I am here,
look at me
and understand me".
But even then,
I failed to recognise You.
1226
Charging the world with vitality,
and singing the melody of the new,
move ahead!
Move forward,
and merge into cosmic tranquility.
Accepting the reality of the world,
valuing the psychic needs,
keep watching
and understand the grace of the Great.
Rejecting the old and wornout superficial skin,
open both your eyes in new illumination,
accept the ever effulgent citishakti, consciousness.
With the help of illumination,
peep through the adjoining worlds,
and announce your call,
extending both your hands today,
to welcome all.
1227
O Lord,
at the end of the ocean of knowing and unknowing,
I could attain You.
Breaking the bondage of beyond and within,
I could hold Your heart.
I did not know philosophy;
neither had I affection in my heart.
What is essence and what is superfluous;
I could understand only with Your grace.
That mercy of Yours, I have now attained.
Light came in the night,
destroying darkness to almost nil.
In that isolated and silent great night,
I kindled the lamp of memory.
1228
O Lord,
between You and me,
please, do not keep any separating wall.
Let me come close to You.
I possess knowledge of neither duality nor nonduality.
I know only that those two holy feet are there.
What do You with those,
who create separating walls?
Tell me why this should be tolerated.
As an atom of Yours,
I will love You only,
and will stay with You only,
with body and soul.
Accepting this simple truth,
ever shine in my heart.
1229
O Lord,
I love the distant star,
as I am unable to find close.
I do not know why.
In my mind,
the hope to attain Your love was awake,
yet, nothing came.
Why?
I do not know.
I decorated my house
and created songs for You.
I threaded a garland with my mental flowers.
Probably You would come only
when forgetting Your path,
perhaps also, You would not forget.
Perhaps, there was some lapse
remaining on my part,
there might have been some ego in my love.
And yet, You did not bestow on me
even a wee bit of Your love,
to rectify that mistake of mine.
1230
O Lord,
I have loved You since hundreds of ages,
with innumerable colours and forms,
and with innumerable impulses.
I continued expressing to You
innumerable events of mine
that had been kept suppressed in my heart.
The dialogue of colourful torches continued
with the attachment of hope for success.
I continued singing to You innumerable songs,
of tearful love,
of sweet memories,
of moonlit nights,
all in the tune of fragrance.
1231
The game between
the moon and the clouds
in the distant sky
arouses in my dream.
Forgetting earthly illusions,
I keep watching.
The light spreading moonlight,
hand signals from a distance.
I am unable to stay home.
The ocean of effulgence dances with rhythm.
O unknown friend,
You continue pouring sweetness into my life,
You continue calling only me.
How can I possibly bear this separation?
1232
O Lord,
my home became dark,
the Lord of effulgence did not come to this day.
The buds of my flower could not bloom,
their hearts were not filled with honey.
The carpet of grass in my floral garden
could not survive due to shortage of water.
Due to intense heat and strong hot winds,
rainfall could not take place.
I could not sing the melody that I had rehearsed,
and hence, I could not travel on a fixed path.
Nothing can happen without Your grace.
I could not understand
that His grace would not shower.
1233
O Lord,
radiating light
and distributing sweetness,
You came.
You removed all darkness.
Blooming flowers,
spreading joy
and fulfilling all desires
You came.
Living beings are awakened,
expecting Your arrival,
and looking at the path of Your arrival.
You came,
You felt the pain,
You spread love.
The stream that lost its current...
the song that was completed...
its wave,
its melody,
You brought with You.
1234
O Lord,
come close,
do not stay afar.
I love You wholeheartedly,
do not forget that.
Many a day and nights passed by.
Many an age have went by wastefully.
Many a tearful eye dried up.
Do not You know all that?
I never became disappointed.
I shall never lose the direction.
You remain my polestar.
I shall never become pathlost.
1235
O Lord,
tell me,
offering to You,
what is there to satisfy You?
O controller of the universe,
collection of all gems,
You are the ruler of the whole creation,
what is there for me to give You?
Tell me.
Whatever intellect,
knowledge and skill I may have,
all find themselves bound at Your door.
With something beyond it all,
I remain in this world.
1236
O Lord,
You are the warmth of all lives.
You are the very life of the whole universe.
At the root of all existences,
You are the lotus gem.
You are the melody and tune of all songs.
You are the pollen of flowers
and the love of hearts.
Like the pollen of ketakii flowers,
You lie spread everywhere.
Your gift is immeasurable.
Below Your feet,
the fire of hell vibrates.
All lives dance at the root of Your altar.
O nucleus,
there exists no estimation of Yours!
1237
O pupil of my eye,
do not move away from me.
You are the most beloved of my life.
Do not forget me.
You are the soothing coolness of sandalwood
and the intoxicating fragrance of the ketakii flower.
You are the warmth of my life;
do not forget my tears of love.
You are the softness of the shefalii flower.
You are the garden of spring.
You are the rhythm of life.
You are the infinite effulgence.
1238
O dear one,
if You do not come,
this life of mine will go to waste.
Just as rain clouds in the sky
disappear without ever raining.
The mystic traveler came to my doorsteps
and sang the songs of affection for the devout.
The memory of the affection
that He left behind
is to be offered at His altar.
The remains of affection
that the mystic traveler left behind
became brighter due to His love
and the devout is sure
that his/her sa'dhana' to attain Parama Purus'a
will be successful.
1239
O Lord,
in my life,
with Your illumination,
You provide happiness
in a new way.
In this world,
hope has come about.
The last days of inertia are over.
The shade which covers the illumination of light,
the fire that burns the light of life,
the lightning that stops the songs of flowers...
all these, You have this time removed.
1240
O Lord,
are You the star of the distant sky?
Vibrating earth and heaven,
You dance without bindings.
Your unrestrained matted hair spreads about.
Your third eye,
located between the eyebrows, starts glowing.
Burning to ashes all dark shades,
You flow the current of meteorites.
Even staying afar,
You are close.
Drench my mind with affection.
Loving You, I lose myself.
1241
O Lord,
repeatedly calling You,
my days have passed.
At the end of the day,
in the arena of sleep,
the sun has set.
The green grass has become black.
My ignorant mind has understood that.
The tired birds have returned home.
The light of joy has hidden itself.
I know that at the end of the night,
the light of the rising sun appears.
Yet, how would the night ever agree
to me entertaining
the hope of attaining that light?
1242
O Lord,
You came during a storm,
and brought tranquility to me.
You removed the voilent storm
and bestowed the beauty of blue clear sky.
On the dust filled path,
You placed a green carpet of grass.
And on the pebble ladden path,
You created a floral garden.
You came,
You smiled
and softened butterlike my heart
that was as hard as stone.
All the hills and pits
You transformed into flowers of shiris'.
Onto the world of rough sand,
You poured affection.
1243
A flock of birds started chirping this morning,
on the bank of the pond,
in the waveful water,
that is filled with the sweetness
of forestial fragrance.
With overwhelming sweetness,
decorating and beautifying all,
the earth dances on like a nymph,
she dances on fearlessly in the forest.
The green shrubs of nature,
the enchanted bunches of creepers,
sing in unison,
sing in one single ideation.
1244
O Lord,
at this morning time
in the open sky,
I shall speak out to You,
the feelings residing within my heart.
I shall speak out without hesitation,
O stealer of mind
and lamp of my love!
I now understand to whom belongs,
the sweetness that I find in flowers.
The beauty that shines in lotus flowers
is nothing but the reflection of Your own form.
The sweet tinkling sound of viin'as,
is a gift of love by You.
All auspicious and pious experiences
remain ever absorbed in Your sweetness.
1245
With divine effulgence,
through the path and chariot of intuition,
You came,
O embodiment of grace!
With soft sentiments
and a gently vibrating sky,
I keep listening to the message of Vara'bhaya
(the boon of fearlessness).
For You, nothing like far and near exists,
all are Your equal and own.
You ever continue sending out Your sweet call
with Your enchantening flute and a sweet smile.
Day and night,
You are awake,
ever remaining close to head,
O omniscient one.
I beg for Your grace,
and I know,
that I shall surely attain Your mercy.
1246
O Lord,
You remain hidden within my eyes.
Below my eyelids,
You reside each and every moment.
You secretly sing Your song,
eternally engrossed in melodies and tunes.
Small and big are all Your own.
Some are new, some are old.
Taking touch of all hearts,
You scatter about heavenly colours.
Your heart is full of affection.
It is pure and pious,
straightforward and incomparable.
Filling the world with tunes,
You dance on in flashes.
1247
O deer eyed one,
why are your eyes ful of tears?
You picked up flowers,
you rehearsed your melody,
and yet, He still did not come.
On lips coloured red with ta'mbul,
(betel leaves) why does your voice faint?
Tonight, under the impulse of what disheartment,
why have you not dressed up in your evening dress?
You have so long been looking at the sky
that the garland on your chignon became loosened.
With each rhythm of specific mandaka'nta' beats,
you do not entertain enthusiasm,
you did not blow your evening conch.
1248
O Lord,
breaking hundreds of obstructive walls,
I shall move forward,
carrying but Your name and song.
At the end of the dark night,
I shall certainly attain
the crimson coloured dawn.
Whatever pride of strength demons may have,
all their power lie but within You.
However strong fires may blaze,
their capacity is likewise but located within You.
I move along Your path
fearing none,
and holding Your blessing with all my strength.
Those who pollute the sky and the air
and create insect stings in the bud of mind,
to them, without pardon nor mercy,
You provide firm lessons.
1249
O Lord,
Krs'n'a,
Muma'ri,
to this forgotten land of Vraja,
come again!
Today, the Yamuna' river
does not flow a reverse flow.
A sweet flute is not being there played any longer.
Below the kadamba tree,
the children of Vraja today do not play with You.
Due to fear that their butter might be stolen,
the milkmaids no longer cover their pots.
And yet, even today,
in their hearts,
they firmly know
that You belong to them only.
On the banks of the Yamuna' river,
in the markets of beauty,
within the arbour of tama'l trees,
on the path of Gokul,
the milkmaids have kept their face covered
to think about You only.
1250
During this spring,
did the Lord Krs'n'a (Shya'm)
secretly come to Vrinda'vana?
The aspirations of the milkmaids
for Your return and love,
occurred in mind.
Carrying the flow of water in hands,
scattering about the nectar of heart,
with rhythms attuned to the arbour of tama'l
they dance on, this morning.
You brought about
the colour festival of Vrindavana,
scattering Yourself
into the minds of this world.
1251
Could it be that Kanu of Vraja
again came back to Vrinda'vana?
The agonies and inner feelings of the milkmaids,
came into mind in a new way.
The river Yamuna' is flowing a reverse flow
and is becoming restless with outburst.
The peacock with golden hair went away.
No one knows where.
They all spread love in abundance,
in arbours
and in each corner of mind.
1252
O charming prince of Vraja!
O embodiment of intense mercy!
I shall not forget You.
You do not desire anything.
You gave much inspiration to the land of Vraja.
Belonging to Vraja,
the trees, creepers,
herds, birds and streams,
dance overjoyed in Your ideation.
The inhabitants of Vraja
even today,
full of love,
take Your name
in search of the butter stealer,
with hearts full of expression.
1253
He was the star of the eyes.
By losing Ka'nu of Vraja,
Vraja lost its jewel.
When listening to His enchanting flute,
the dust of Vraja starts smiling,
and the water of the Yamuna river
and the hills of Govardhan,
start dancing with quiver.
At the time of churning curd,
the milkmaids bow their heads with love.
They think of the moment
when they would see their Gopal
with overjoyed minds.
1254
I came to a new country,
with new colour,
into a new air and environment.
The sky there was more blue,
and mixed with my mental colour.
The chirping of birds in an isolated garden
intoxicated me with more impulse.
In the bliss of greenery and floral fragrance,
my mind rushed afar.
A lost melody
and an unknown language
made it dance in joy.
1255
O Lord,
You gave words to feelings,
and melody to language.
This servant of the Lord
says that You bravely
annihilated the demon of darkness.
You taught human beings,
provided light to them
and moved forward with all.
In Your song,
my mind turns plentiful.
Today,
sitting at the base of Your altar,
in an environment surrounded by shade,
I express my revered salutation to You.
For, in it lies the seedling of love.
1256
Turning affection memorable,
You stand as Ta'j Mahal,
the monument of love that shines brightly.
Breaking the knot of time,
You remain unmoved.
Whatever is within human hands,
You put it all into action.
Although Your heart melts,
You stand with head held high,
Hima'laya mountain like.
Time passes by,
human beings pausessly busy with Your work.
The fight of human beings with time
forever continues each and every moment.
1257
O Lord,
come with rhythm,
tune and dance.
Come down onto this earth.
For ages, I have remained awake,
looking at Your path.
Now, come on floral petals.
O hero of this divine game,
You exist in all hearts as divine ideation
and illuminate the earth with divine beauty.
Come in a new ideation,
in a new form
and touch the earth.
You are above all that is known and unknown.
You are the embodiment of truth,
You are consciousness and beauty
in a singular entity.
Hence, I beg for Your wee bit of grace.
Come into my life and into my mind,
come into the depth of all feelings.
1258
O Lord,
the whole universe dances around You,
oscillating in Your rhythm and melody.
You have poured life's nectar
into the smilingly resonating earth.
The water in the river overflows
to attain You.
With Your song,
it rushes on towards the ocean
ideating on You only.
The birds have attuned themselves to Your melody.
Your song resonates in both isolation and uproar.
And the peacock also does not remain alone;
it dances with joy, absorbed in You.
Due to the fragrance of pollen of the pa'rija't flower,
the honeybee has become intoxicated with mental honey.
It goes on humming,
listening to the rain of Your mercy.
1259
O Lord,
the shade of trees fades
and the illusion of mirages appears,
yet, I still love You.
In the sweet and enchanting bondage of our hearts
the distinction between trees and sand ceases to exist.
There is only one sky,
only one sun
and only one moon,
only one bugle,
and only one trumpet.
With the festive one,
my mind rushes forward,
with the rhythm of dance,
through gaps of pains and pleasures.
In the cold wind of winter,
the swans arrive from the northern sky.
In the touch of ice and in the golden sun,
I listen to my distant friend,
calling me with a prolonged sound.
1260
The ship of sand moves on in desert islands.
What beauty on this earth!
It performs all actions
in all tunes of life,
day and night,
mornings and evenings.
The greenness here turns dry,
the earth becomes a little like a bear.
It dances on in the blue sky,
as though forgetting its track.
The birds nests become surrounded by fatherly clouds,
and chirping sounds fill sweetness into minds.
In this illusive garden
my mind is ever alert with consciousness.
For, human affection displays itself each moment.
1261
O Lord,
into the depth of my mind,
with silent steps,
and in multiple colours,
You arrived.
With pink feet,
beautifully decorated eyes
and an enchanting face,
You smiled.
I had no one close to me
to call my own,
all remained busy with their own occupations.
You came and sat close,
You spoke to me with a sweet tongue.
Whatever lights in the world
may become extinguished,
and even should the stream of love and affection
become dried up,
"I shall always be there. Do not fear,
do not hesitate or become confused."
Speaking thus,
You removed all the burden of my pain.
1262
O my dearest,
You are the touch of life
and the joy of songs.
While I was under the influence of drowsiness,
O incomparable one,
You silently came
and sang Your song.
There is no end to sweetness,
and hence,
I neither find an end to songs.
Filling my heart with the tune of dance
You resonate nectar like.
You are the touch of warmth during winter
and touch of moist coolness during summer.
O difficult one,
on the distressed ones,
You poured life,
playing on the sonorous strings of Your viin'a.
1263
O Lord,
I lost myself to You,
even carrying a high ego.
This ego of mine made me blind
and shut all my windows.
I thought of my own affairs only,
I remained misguided in darkness.
No light,
no wind...
in a small house,
one is unable to see oneself in the darkness.
Under that environment,
I was alone,
undergoing my self created pain.
You remained awake,
day and night,
for the sake of my welfare,
like a polar light.
1264
O Lord,
those who forget You,
become lost in darkness.
On the coastline of rivers,
they wish to attain permanency.
Coming and going,
this play goes on,
from beginningless to endless time.
Those under Your firm shelter attain fearlessness,
all others have but to float on.
O dearest one,
whatever I may consider mine,
becomes lost in voidness,
mirage like,
as all comes and goes for moments only,
in the realm of Your imagination.
1265
O Lord,
You responded to my call.
Remaining deaf for a long time,
You heard the call of my heart.
The tender leaves matured.
And whatever I now see,
is that those trees
have shaken stones.
In the end, Your grace came about.
You came and filled my heart
with the bliss of attainment.
I am unable to understand
how much of this illusive divine game, liila',
You know.
I silently look for You in wonder.
Only You know the glory of Your divine game.
You ever flood my mind and heart.
1266
O Lord,
shining as the bright effulgence of love,
You remain enthroned in my heart.
Your holy, reddish and beautiful feet
are worshipped with joy by millions of suns.
I admit that You are beyond perception and mind;
I also know that You are beyond logic and reasoning.
By Your mercy, what would be impossible?
Therefore, remain with me in all my actions.
As incomparable sweetness,
and like a bud of campa' (magnolia) flowers,
You exist in the deepest recesses.
I pray at Your feet.
Please bestow at least so much mercy
that my mind
may ever dance to Your ideation.
1267
The chariot of effulgence moves on.
Touching many a heart and heaven,
carrying many a shade of affection,
snatching away much love,
it moves on, on its eternal way.
This cart never heeds to any forbidding,
it never pauses nor stops,
it never retreats back in fear,
it moves on always.
Bathing all in the effulgence of love,
spreading out both hands
to welcome all
unto the path of righteousness,
attuning all
to the rhythm, melody and tune of songs,
it ever pours out an ocean of nectar.
1268
O my dearest,
remain ever submerged in my eyes!
With affection smeared love and sweet earnestness,
fill my innermost recess.
I have loved You since ages unknown,
offering to You my entire existence.
You reside in my mind,
as does fragrance in the sandal breeze.
You are the pole star of my life,
I cannot live for even a moment without You.
Like the deer attracting
and illusive mirage of divinity (ma'ya'),
in my spring season,
O Lord,
You remain ever mingled in my eyes.
1269
Tell me where my Kris'n'a is!
In the bushes of ma'dhavii flowers,
in the grove of niipa trees,
I searched for Him everywhere.
Destituted of roaming,
I continue crying,
tears flow from my eyes due to intense love,
yet, still He does not get caught.
I searched Him on the banks of the yamuna' river,
in the smiling blue water,
full of impulse.
I searched for a glimpse of His.
My days pass by like a flying swan,
drifting along to inertial melodies.
…………………………………………………………
Tell me, where is my Krs'n'a?
Tell me, I beg of You, tell me.
I did not see Him anywhere,
not in the madhavi arbour nor in the kadamba grove.
Wandering with tears and an afflicted heart,
I have searched for Him,
In exuberant joy I break into uncontrollable tears,
Yet He does not come within my reach.
Seeing His shadow
on the shimmering blue waters of the Yamuna river,
I searched for Him along the riverbanks with all my heart.
My days drift away on a drowsy melody of a swan's wings.
1270
O Lord,
loving You intensely
I await You.
With a mind fully absorbed in You,
I contemplate You day and night,
in all my actions.
Whatever sound I may hear,
I take it as Your footstep.
Whatever image appears before my eyes,
I take it as Yours.
In Your divine game,
whatever little I understand,
is that You reside deep within my mind.
Even should You not come close,
no harm,
I find bliss thinking of You.
Sitting in meditation posture,
I long to enjoy this bliss forever.
1271
O Lord,
I love You
and I remain engrossed in Your ideation
day and night.
My survival is smeared
with Your golden effulgence.
In pain and in pleasure,
With unblinking eyes,
I look unto You.
With Your strength,
I push the wheels of Your cart.
You lie covered with both softness and hardness.
With the ego of action
You drew a curved line into my mind.
Within Your existence
I remain supported,
even should I be far and alone.
Is this a burnt sam'ska'ra
or is this my destiny (writing on the forhead)?
1272
He knows my secret events.
He knows the agonies of my heart.
He knows my good and bad.
For, all exists in the mirror of His fingernail.
I wanted to hide but could not.
He pulls everything towards His effulgence.
He exists in the deep recess of my heart,
smearing the sweetness of His mind onto my life.
He whispers events of love into my ears.
1273
O kind Lord,
what sort of game
do You keep playing with me?
You gave me
shelter, food and much more
that I cannot recall.
You provided mother's love and affection to me,
You gave me protection at a father’s chest,
You brought to me helping brothers and companions,
and gave me life long knowledge.
You gave me the touch of love,
the pleasure of moonlit nights,
the delight of spring,
and rhythmic melodies.
You showed me the ultimate destination
and brought about absolute attainment.
You removed bondages and doubts
and made me fearless.
O divine placer!
1274
O Lord,
You came in the illusion of melody,
singing Your songs on the path.
There was none to welcome You,
all were in deep sleep,
even in the morning time.
You did not want any welcome or any garland,
there were no devotees to surround You.
There was a smile on Your face,
a melody and a flute.
You came with rhythm in a beautiful form.
With the tinkling sound of anklebells,
that emanated from Your sweet feet,
You took Your place in the depth of my mind.
You came in surprise
into my mental Vrida'vana,
and secretly applied opening ointment onto my eyes,
to fulfil the heart of an affectionate one.
1275
O Lord,
with Your song and melody,
I move on far.
You are the beloved one of my heart,
to encounter You with love,
I move on far.
Do not keep me suspended
in a small dark room.
Making me earnest and eager for You,
float me on with each melody.
O my friend from time immemorial,
keep me engrossed in Your ideation,
so that, by the essence of Your song,
the dark night may turn into morning.
1276
What have you lost?
What for do you cry day and night?
Who has taken away your necklace?
With tearful eyes,
whose garland do you thread?
Your throat seems suffocated;
your voice does not articulate itself properly either.
And yet, suppressing your emotions with both your hands,
whose melody do you practice with all your heart?
Who is that enchanter whose sweet flute
snatched away the smile from your lips?
Sitting on the balcony,
with which thread of love
and with what form and colour
do you arrange your tresses?
1277
O Lord,
if You did not love me nor smiled softly,
then, to attain You,
I would not have frenzied.
Why did You love me
and why did You smile,
to bind me to Your fold in delusion?
Why did You play Your divine game with me?
How much divine game do You know?
How many sports with colours and forms
flow in Your stream?
You come close in divine delusion,
and on coming,
You sit in my mind.
Then, You go far away
and that is why
You do not understand my pain.
1278
O Lord,
Some people merge themselves in light
while others lose themselves in darkness.
Some people long to attain You
while others desire Your presentations.
Some people rush unto accumulated effulgence
in scattered illumination.
Some keep crying,
in ruined bamboo groves,
carrying the skeletons of the past.
Some people announce You as essence,
and in their heart, love only You.
And some,
from within the effulgent fountain of Your grace,
light candles of logic and reasoning.
Some people,
under the spell of divine ecstasy,
ever dance on,
because they do not find satisfaction in anything else.
1279
O Lord,
by constantly pleasing You,
I move forward on Your path.
Other than Your ideation and awareness,
no other way exists for me to take.
I remain intoxicated in the song of Your name
and attain a wee bit of Your grace by meditating on You.
In listening, contemplating and concentrating on You,
I understand that there exists nothing else but You.
In songs, dances and sighs of joy,
in pain, injury, worry and happiness,
in the heat of the desert
and in the coldness of mountains,
in everything,
I find You.
1280
O effulgent Lord,
You are the
nondiminishing, nondecaying, and unfathomable
radiating light.
O luminous one!
In the pollen of flowers,
in the radiance of the kinshuka flowers,
You remain glorified.
O merciful one!
You resonate in the rumbling of clouds,
and with rhythm and song,
You remain spread out
over the mental world.
In the rhythm of high tides,
and on the bottom of the ocean,
You resonate,
O one full of waves!
You consider neither beginning nor end,
You are the long and eternal intuitional effort (sa'dhana').
O effulgent one,
Your seat lies above praise and rebuke!
1281
O Lord,
my love remains ever bonded with You.
Under the shelter of Your grace,
my life goes on.
Right from my morning awakening,
my day flows in Your wave.
As a machine prompted by Your mantra,
I keep performing Your work according to Your instruction.
When You call,
I follow and fill the whole world with songs.
With the tune of Your flute,
I keep my mind vibrated,
in the Vrindavana, so full of feelings.
1282
O Lord Krs'n'a,
Your devotees,
the Gopis of the land of Vraja,
even to this day,
want to touch with their head
the dust that was touched by Your feet.
O Krs'n'a,
I love You,
I laugh and cry at Your name.
All flora and fauna,
even to this day,
dances to Your name in enchantment.
The facts that cannot be told,
the pain that cannot be borne,
linger on in a Vrindavana without Mohan (Krs'n'a),
who is to be enthroned on the mind.
1283
O dear one,
I find You in songs
and long to attain You
in my heart and in life.
I want to feel You in my mind,
I long to attain You in the tears of my love.
In the fragrance of flowers of this external world,
in the smile of stars
and in the sandal breeze,
in the rays of the moon,
within my mental Vrindavana,
and in the tinkling of my viin'a',
I constantly seek You.
You reside in mental sweetness,
You remain hidden within intuitive knowledge,
unknown to me,
in isolated silence,
in the depth of my heart,
You have taken Your seat.
1284
O Lord,
You came in springtime
colouring my mind with sweetness.
That colour can never be wiped off,
not even on a painful summer's night.
That colour remains in sky and air,
in greenish beauty
and in crimson light.
That colour remains in the fragrance of spring,
in the tender heaven of my heart.
That colour can never be lost
to cruel and merciless hot winds.
That colour will ever stay with me,
as polestar of my eyes.
1285
Wiping away the darkness of fog,
removing even traces of disappointment,
carrying the lamp of hope in hand,
He came at night.
His eyes were filled with love,
His face was illuminated with effulgence.
Silently, leaving His cyclic moving on the path,
He stopped at my door.
The sky was smeared with clouds,
the firmament of my mind was filled with ideation.
Thinking of Him,
tears accumulated in my eyes.
On that evening of the rainy season,
the magnolia flowers
poured out fragrance into the air.
Looking at the moon that hid behind the clouds,
the peacock started dancing.
On the dust of His feet,
mercy prevailed,
in my mind,
delusion aroused.
Into this delusion,
by the touch of that dust,
vibrations sprang forth.
1286
O Lord,
I hold You through righteous actions,
I hold You through Dharma.
From the core of my heart,
I accept and I adore You.
From dawn to dusk,
the sun continuously draws Your sketch.
Though You are beyond words and mind,
I recognise You by my actions.
From melody, rhythm and tunes
You are totally free.
You remain formless, detached and beyond thought.
By an unknown attraction
and the thread of love,
I bind You unto me.
1287
O Lord,
You loved me
but I did not love You.
You removed my darkness
but I didn’t want to move towards effulgence.
Into the fragrance of flowers,
into the expression of life’s vitality,
You poured vibrations,
like an intoxicating spring.
You coloured me with hue
and poured beauty onto me,
but I didn’t want to take this beauty.
You told me not to fear
as You possessed Vara'bhaya
and hence, I could attain fearlessness under Your shelter.
You furthermore told me to open my eyes
and see and learn in a new way.
And yet, I still did not open my eyes to see.
1288
O Lord,
return back.
With the festival of colours in spring,
You coloured my mind
and made it dance with rhythm and melody.
O Gopa'l of my mind,
with love come back again.
I purify my mind today
with Your name and song.
I decorate my mind
with the crimson dawn of winter.
O Gopa'l of my mind,
in the corner of my mind,
smile sweetly.
I have nothing of my own,
for all belongs to You.
I offer unto You Your own belonging,
leaving not even a single trace for myself.
O Gopa'l of my mind,
after eras,
come back with a smile.
1289
O Lord,
bestowing a touch of life,
You filled the world with smiles.
With the juicy charm of life,
You brought fulfilment to humanity.
The eyes of those who lay sleeping in pitch darkness,
attained a touch of effulgence.
You broke the sleep that lasted for ages.
The left over life of those who,
due to disappointment and disheartening,
had become dumb,
found new support.
To them, You gave provision for movement.
1290
O Lord,
in an incomparable form,
smiling the niipa,
like a rainy flower,
come.
Into the pollen of ketakii (screwpine flower),
in the smiling petals of the blue lotus,
in the flag that spreads like a peacock’s tail,
smile.
In the moist wind that darkens the sky,
in the resonating melody of lightning and thunder,
in the soft glow of the firefly during disappointment,
appear with grand adornment.
No one knows when
the exchange of hearts between You and me,
took place.
This affection and eternal love,
is unknown to whatsoever history.
1291
Why are your eyes overflowing with tears?
Who brought to you today this untimely cloud?
Why is light scattered all over your cheeks?
By whose love does it brighten?
Carrying a load of fragrant nectar in your throat
and the weight of a devotee’s love (gopika's),
You move on far.
Who is it that keeps calling you pauselessly?
There is no end to the path that leads unto Him.
Whoever it is you want,
He is immeasurable and endless.
Leaving behind everything,
why do you put on the garb of a renunciate?
O perfectly pure one,
You ever remain as the constant ideation of all.
1292
The sky envelops this small earth.
Yet this earth, though small, is not meagre.
In an ocean,
innumerable water drops lie.
Taking together all,
only the ocean is recognised.
The bud of flower,
the particle of sand,
remain on the side of the path,
no one ever thinking of them.
The fragrance that fills this dreamy earth
is made from them.
Their role is nondiminishing.
In the new period,
in the history of the new,
I shall create an environment of affection.
The sweet story of the minds
of those who have done
and of those who now continue to do,
remains in dumb mouths.
1293
O Lord,
with songs,
I offer my welcome to You
at this moment of dawn.
I wish to catch hold of You,
with my entire fervidity and concentration.
O Lord,
come to my home and sit for while,
all arrangements were made.
Keeping fruits, flowers and lukewarm water,
I am waiting, singing Your melody.
I have removed all dirt.
Filling with sweetness,
all my feelings and emotions,
I create songs on this sweet morning.
1294
O Lord,
I love You,
more than I love myself.
O my eternal companion of dark nights,
O my sweet smile of difficult days,
O consolation of the ocean of my grief,
O floral garland of love, drenched with my tears,
You kept me absorbed in You from time immemorial,
You kept me blended with the rhythm of life.
In illuminated full moon nights,
You remain dissolved in gentle purity.
Your grace ever pervades
each atom of my sentiments.
(in some DMC Baba personally explained the meaning in Hindi)
1295
Coming into my floral garden,
who was seen?
Who is that loving entity,
that provides satisfaction,
and is recognised by the heaven of Your heart?
A single moon in the blue sky,
remains awakened, watching You.
The tree, full of incomparable nectar like flowers,
displays scenes of beauty.
With what expectation did You come
into this environment,
with eyes marked with love?
History says,
the divine game between the living beings and the Lord,
thus takes place.
1296
O Lord,
bringing about a touch of spring,
in what a form did You come?
With the charm of spring,
You crushed my total inertia.
Today, the earth became rhythmic and fragrant.
The universal mind became selfchoosing.
With what vibration did You swung all?
With melody and song my mind lost itself.
Within a moment,
my eyelids turned joyous.
Breaking the bondage of stone prisons,
I walk with rhythm to meet You.
1297
Crushing the stones on the path with both my feet,
I move forward.
I fear none.
Crossing walls of obstruction,
I rush forth.
Raising high my victory banner,
I move in a straight way, without curvature.
I move ahead with head held high,
the wheels of my cart move ahead without hesitation.
I am the traveler of the new age,
keeping the world of my dreams in front of me,
breaking and crushing the stone prison,
I keep singing the song of Infinite.
1298
O Lord,
I have forgotten
since when
I have been loving You.
Merging my colour into Yours,
I create a new world.
It is due to Your colour
that the rising sun in the eastern sky becomes coloured.
And coloured in Your hue,
at dusk,
it goes down into an unknown territory.
Coming and going,
desire and achievement,
all are due to You only.
This is what I have come to understand.
You exist,
I too exist,
but whereas You will continue to exist,
I won't.
This little "I" of mine will remain within You
for infinite time.
This eternal truth and absolute reality,
I have now come to understand deep within my heart.
1299
You are in rhythm,
You are in resonance,
You are in dance
and You are in song.
You are in disappointment and in despondence.
You are also in the wounded feelings of the heart.
You are in the arid desert,
in drying rivers,
and in green trees.
You are in vibrant colours,
in affectionate language,
and in the call of the early dawn.
There is no place where You do not exist.
Whatever I attain is all due to Your grace.
In every breath and contemplation,
I realise Your grace.
1300
O Lord,
I offer unto You
my hundreds of salutations.
O ever great one with the auspicious vow,
there is no pride,
no injured agony nor ego in You.
You are the basis of all auspicious ideas.
You are the realisation of all hopes and of all love.
I want Your shelter and long for Your feet,
O ever bright and unattached one.
You fill everyone's heart individually with Your otah yoga
and with love, see all at a time by Your protah yoga.
Your love and causeless grace,
ever awakens shivering in me.

