1300

O Lord,
I offer unto You my hundreds of salutations!

O ever great one with the auspicious vow!
There is no pride in You,
nor injuries and agony
nor ego.

You are the basis of all auspicious ideas.
You are the realisation of all hopes and loves.

I want Your shelter and Your feet.
O ever bright and unattached one!

You filled everyone's heart individually
by Your otah yoga
and lovingly look after all
by Your protah yoga.

Your love and causeless grace,
ever awakens shiverings in me.








1301

That sweet memory
keeps returning onto my eyelids,
appearing effulgence like.

Beyond darkness,
that unknown meeting smears love
at every moment, on each layer of mine.

That illumination filled sama'dhi (absorption),
resembles a vast ocean of effulgence.

With each rhythm,
step by step,
Your sweet song returns.








1302

O mystic traveler,
losing Your way,
You came to my house.

After such a long time
You now heard my call.

I called You mornings and evenings,
amidst works and cloudy, dark nights.

I called You on winter nights,
amidst the fragrance of the night queen flower.
I called You during spring months,
in the bright moonlight.








1303

What overflowing fountain of effulgence!
What restless sweetness!

With what a joy does the stream rush!
With what a touch was darkness washed off!

What enlightenment of consciousness!
What obstruction defying wave!

Running like a deer in the murmur of my forest,
what sweet intoxication is this?










1304

O Lord,
my days pass by, drifting away on a swan's flight,
and yet, You do not come to my home, alas.

Innumerable coloured dreams of the new awakened in me.
Many a tear floated my heart.
Yet, Your footsteps were not to be heard.

My mental bee speaks out buzzingly:
"the one who You want,
is coming for You."

In order to see Him,
the pala'sh tree has intoxicated itself to the fullest
with red flowers this spring.








1305

Playing the flute in a sweetness absorbed tune,
You came with each rhythm.

With each melody,
into the canopy of my mind,
in Your illusive game,
You flowed nectar.

With shining ankle bells,
and the enthusiasm of smiles,
You came into the temple of my mind,
with sweet colour.

With new,
previously unenjoyed,
charming postures,
You provided vibration
to the eternal tempo.

With unobstructed and grand effulgence,
the peacock of my mind rushes on dancingly.

All thoughts and ideations,
all language and expressions
become lost in the infinite,
never seeming to reach the end of beauty.







1306

O mind and impulse,
why do you turn restless?

All my penance appears to come to an end,
all my earnest desires appear to be fulfilled.

The morning sky is more colourful today
and a sweet flute sound resonates in my mind.

The subtlety of drowsiness has vanished.
The divine trumpet resounds.

My mind rushes out far, further and further.
My overflowing river dances smilingly in its waters.
My overwhelmed heart sings Your praise,
decorated in a new adornment.








1307

I have come to this earth to perform actions,
for, this world is a battlefield of action.

Sitting idle and sleeping,
turning stationary,
is not the flow of life.

O Lord Krs'n'a,
whatever You did,
with the cutting disc
and arrows in hands...
that immortal history and everlasting glory,
remains flowing in memory.

There is no scope to pause,
for, by Your attraction. all move.
The stories of the times of Kuruks'etra and Dvaepa'yan
ever resonnate full of song.







1308

Today, the new sun of the new dawn
arises in the eastern sky.

The night's cimmerian darkness
hides in fear and shyness.

Cast off the worn out staticity and dogma of the past
and embrace the effulgence of newness.

The divine entity with the divine effulgence
has today come to Your doorstep in new adornment.

The creatures of darkness have retreated.
Pushing is no longer of avail.

Remembering Parama Purus'a, Ta'raka Brahma, BÁBÁ,
do His work.







1309

Why do clouds descend
to touch the snow peaks of mountains?

Why are sky and air so full of sweetness?
Which angel came about in decorations?

Who do the white and high peaks of mountains call,
while looking upward?
Who created the green vegetation
and the smiling forests?

In this environment,
under whose impulse,
do all rise up,
frenzied in one tune?

O beautifier of the universe,
what for, all this beauty?

What for did You pour it all out?
In order to win whose heart?







1310

O Lord,
my drowsiness is now broken,
I shall henceforth move on Your path.

I shall spread the moonlight's smile onto people's mind.
I shall apply soothing balm on the pain of the distressed
and fill the disappointed with hope.

I shall undergo trouble for the benefit of all.
Whatever storm may cross my way,
I shall encounter with firm hands.

The dirt that today lies on my mind,
I shall remove by bathing in effulgence.
I shall colour You at each and every moment.







1311

The great sky longs to touch the mud of the earth
and the earth's mud longs to attain the blue sky.

Parama Purus'a loves the microcosm
and the microcosm loves that Parama Purus'a.

The love between the microcosm and the Great
has lingered on era after era.
It remains alive every second and moment,
in form, taste and colour.
It was, it is and it will forever remain.

In history, within the core of hearts,
it displays itself as beauty.
The bondage of love remains,
while distances break down.

O Lord,
come closer and still closer,
I long to see You each and every moment.







1312

O Lord,
from the arena of effulgence,
come down to the ground!
Merely staying in the arena of effulgence will not do.

This earth carries love for You in its heart.
Indeed, it does not know anything other than You.
Lakes, rivers,
mountains, forests and gardens,
all constantly remember You.

In You, day and night,
lies their lifelong ideation.
Millions of human beings,
of animals and birds,
mentally and from the depth of their heart,
consider You their own.

In all this, Your real worship displays itself.







1313

O Lord,
most beautiful one to my eyes,
when shall You reach me?

Although You can come into my fold,
You make me weep. Why?

There is nothing wasteful on this earth.
All speaks of Your divine game.
With tearful eyes,
will my calling You go in vain?

Now open Your eyes and smile softly.
Much divine game has been performed.
Why push me into the delusive ocean of time?








1314

O Lord,
come into my meditation
and in the call of Your name.
Come onto the seat of my heart.

Era after era,
knowingly and unknowingly,
my love has been calling You.

Lifetime after lifetime has passed by.
Death after death has taken place.
My love never diminishes.
It is eternal in contemplation.

The thread of love
with which You tied me,
never breaks by any strength.

Small and big,
meager and great,
all are bound within limits
by that thread's bondage.







1315

O Lord,
You reside within my eyes,
that is why
You are not to be seen externally.
You keep Yourself hidden.

You are extremely great.
All others are but mere atoms.
Under Your shelter,
everything is attained.

It is due to Your grace and inspiration only
that one is able to move along Your path.

O Divinity,
from time immemorial,
You remain with immeasurable force,
in the seven strata of existence.

O most beloved and closest one,
stay inside as well as outside me,
stay in both pain and pleasure.


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You are in the midst of my eyes.
That is why my eyes cannot see You.
You lie hidden in Your own form.

You are the great consciousness in every atom.
You are everyone's shelter.
By Your Grace, by Your inspiration,
I proceed forward towards You.

You are ever present, O Lord.
You are the master of the seven realms.
O, nearest and dearest one,
remain with me always.
Stay with me in pain and in pleasure,
in the inner and in the external worlds.










1316

What for continue crying?
Who do you think of day and night?

Which stealer of hearts snatched away
the wide smile from your face?

The garland of ma'lati flowers lies by the side.
You could not decorate your chignon with it.

The nectar of satisfaction
that once filled your eyes, has vanished.

Tell about Him,
His qualities,
that history be known.

Your life has become enriched
with leaves, fruits and flowers,
and yet, why do keep floating about bereft of bank?

Is it that,
in your mental garden,
Krs'n'a plays His flute
even to this day?









1317

O Lord,
what a heavenly melody did You play,
on this golden morning,
amidst bright sunrays?

From beyond the eastern sky,
with a redish glow,
You provided peace to restless hearts.

Whatever obstructions existed between You and me,
were removed with one smile.
You are extremely great
and I extremely small.
Between us two, You brought about closeness.

No opportunity arises
for sitting down to cry
nor halting to rest,
for, neither is right.

With each rhythm of Yours,
with the impulse of an entity beyond thought,
You took me along on Your path.









1318

O Lord,
come secretly into the depth of my mind.
I am but a soft bud of flower
that has kept its honey carefully preserved.

Many a storm and typhoon have passed over me.
And still, I did not let it whither
but secretly held it up for You within my heart.

Come in dance and song,
come in incense and lamps,
and in the shade of the rainketaki flower.

Come like butter in the niipa.
Come and fill my life with a charming dream.
Come in sweetness filled resonance.










1319

O Lord,
I had been wandering about,
forgetting the path,
when You anew showed me the way.

I wanted momentary happiness,
and You provided to me eternal bliss.
Sitting in my floral garden,
I used to wastefully pick thorns.

Removing the external petals of my flower,
You poured honey into my mouth.
Bathing me in fragrance,
You threaded a floral garland.

Sitting amidst burning charcoal,
I used to lay covered in blackness.
Changing my outlook,
You illuminated me with diamond type radiation.
And, removing all my imperfections and shortcomings,
You made me Your own.









1320

O Lord,
I am a rose bud
and in my eyes,
the search for the movement
and the flow of life reflects.

My life is not a free flow.
I am a rose flower,
covering my face in shyness.
I think of You,
of Your attributes,
and eagerly look upwards.

Holding the earth with rhythm and song,
I lose myself.

Within me, sweetness prevails,
in my sky, the moon is present.
With both sweetness and my moon,
I keep pouring forth a flow of nectar,
silently with love,
into earth's life.









1321

O Lord,
You came, flooding the stream of life.
You came, removing my agony,
You came, filling my heart
with the sandal breeze of tranquility.

Whatever was or is present,
it all dances and revolves around You.
For You, I fill my pot from the ocean of love
and watch all surround You in dance.

O my Deity,
my forever mine,
millions of salutation at Your feet
I offer You.

You are speed,
You are acceleration,
You are light, the root of all existence.









1322

O Lord,
I ever look onto Your arrival path
and think only of You.

I fill Your language with colour and decoration.
You are the moon of my internal sky.
Whatever I am acquainted with
fails to be compared to You.

You are singular without a second,
You are the sweetness to a barren life.
O greatest entity,
I continue singing Your attributes life after life.

O unblemished one!
Ever awakened,
You remain the eternal companion of the lonely.










1323

O Lord,
You loved me
and went away.
Why did You forget me?

Showing me the full moon only momentarily,
You covered it behind the clouds.

On blooming flower petals in spring,
why did You cast an intense sun,
letting them whither away?

After bestowing a touch of sweet sandal breeze,
You heated up an extreme summer.

On the clear and blue winter sky,
wherefrom did the storm come about?

Over the soft and cool fragrance of the shefa'li flower,
You poured burning lightning
and went away.










1324

O Lord,
in Your universe,
there is shelter for all.

There is light and shade for all,
irrespective of where one exists.

Alongside rose flowers, thorns grow.
On stream fountains, pebbles emerge.
Along with the lotus flower, mud is present.
The rabbit remains ever fearful.
And ice boulders always surround
the silent and clean appearance of mountain peaks.










1325

O Lord,
the dark night retreated afar,
and golden light spread.

At Your feet,
under Your shelter,
vivacity arose.

O God, respond!
Break the prison
and provide baths of effulgence to everyone.

You came after long waiting,
and removed all my dirt.

You wiped out my entire darkness
and awakened attraction for dharma
in the core of my mind.

All inertia that unknowingly accumulated
time and again,
era after era,
vanished by Your touch
within the fraction of a moment.

You made me float
in the flood of Your love.










1326

O Lord,
leaving me alone,
where did You go?

You were with me...
why did You leave without informing me?

The tree that You planted
today became decorated with flowers and fruits.

The tune that You played,
still resonates in my mind each moment.

I remember the warm touch on my heart
that You provided
during the cold winter's northern wind.

Even today,
the southern wind sings of Your sweet touch.

I remember that in the shade
of the madhavii flowers arbour,
I was there and You were also there.










1327

O Lord,
You came today without announcment
and went away without informing me.

I used to lie in the dust of the path,
when You pulled me unto You and uplifted me.

My home lay torn and worn out.
I had nothing to eat,
neither did I have intellect nor discriminating capacity.
You gave and taught me everything.

I did not understand
the capability and right of human beings.
I never performed
spiritual practice to attain You.

You taught me intuitional practice
and gave me attainment.
I did not have the dignity of a human being;
My ground was bitter and wet.
You poured nectar on me,
and made me speak,
You lifted me onto Your lap.







1328

I came down, losing my path.
I did not want to come to this place,
rather, I wanted to go towards the path of light.

I wanted to go to where no one dies due to lack of food,
and suffocates due to lack of service from others.

I wanted to go to where everyone gets entry
to the kingdom of real spiritual knowledge.
I used to dream of such a place.

I wanted to go where all thoughts remain full of love
and internal affection abounds.

I wanted to go to where all receive shelter to protect their
heads,
to where water satisfies the heart with comfort.
I used to sketch such a place with colour.








1329

O Lord,
You came, crossing the darkness of the darkest night.

Flooding my everything,
You took Your seat in the depth of my heart.

There is no fear at all from anything or anyone,
for, all are located within You.

I constantly ideate on You,
for, You are my own.

I shall never hate anyone,
for, Your divine game is with everyone.

O Lord, You are the symbol of this universe.
Announce this reality to one and all.







1330

O Lord,
sheltering the Hima'laya mountain,
You are the essence of all Deities.
You remain established in attributes.

You are eternal tranquility,
a palace of glory.
You are snowpeaked,
selfeffulgent,
carrying long matted haired.
You are the residence of the Greatest Preceptor.

At Your feet,
by Your instruction,
millions of glaciers flow into the world.

From era to era,
with head held high,
You remain as everalert watchman.

By Your mercy,
the sea clouds bring rain,
when encountering the sun's impulse.









1331

The play near the forest
between the clouds and the mountains continues.
The blue and green boat floats in time.

You are the great mountain.
You are the high plane amidst arrays.

The clouds come down,
carrying flowing particles of love.
The snows peep over mountain peaks.

The blue, green, black and white colours surround each other.
Who are they in love with?









1332

The fountain rumblingly dances on,
and, drawing a silver line,
it flows through the mountains into the forest.

It does not heed to whatsoever obstruction.
It does not become bound by whatsoever bondage.

It rushes up and down with pleasing imagination.
It rushes through the trees.

Carrying the impulse of the open and matted hair
of Dhu'rjat'i (Lord Shiva) 's head,
it flows on.

All along each path,
saturated with tears of love,
it seeks liberation.








1333

You are the top most vegetation.
Leaving aside and ignoring all,
Whose grace do You seek?

Below Your feet,
You left a hard and strong land.
You went up high,
as if kissing the blue sky.

Looking upwards,
singing the song of the infinite,
You attained acceleration in movement deprived life.

You do not expect from anyone.
You display no ego when providing shelter to birds.
As symbol of this earth,
You never suppress.
With head held high, I ever salute You.








1334

You are a swan of a far away land,
that came to this country.

Wearing a golden cap on Your head
and spreading wide both Your wings,
You came to this land.

Amidst the lake's waters,
the shade of the tree
and the gentle, sweet and cool breeze,
which country's colourful dream,
did You draw in Your mind?

As the broad daylight falls on mountains,
so does the effulgence of love linger on Your face.
Near it, You made Yourself a home.








1335

O sky licking Himalaya mountains,
who do you call icecrowned?

Which stealer of mind
engrossed your curlyhaired head?

In sunrays,
ice melts
and water of love flows.

Sitting isolated in meditative posture,
in evertranquil silence,
on whom do you meditate?

In the subtle and graceful forestral beauty,
in the fragrantly decorated stretch of longitude,
by whose introduction does your heart fall prey
to a singular and divine world?







1336

Having come to the heavenly world,
I could know the mind.

Loving the crimson light,
I could recognise the day.

Amidst green leaves,
colourful flowers,
at the root of the blue sky's altar,
human beings,
mountains, forests
were all auctioned at the same rate.

The subtle presence of colour appeared in my eyes
and a sweet touch arose in my heart.
An inner love and a charming song,
I sketched in my mind.








1337

Today, on this morning
during a time of loneliness,
it occurred to my mind.

On this light radiating morning,
we saw each other, on the mountain peak.

In that isolated arbour of niipa shrubs,
sweetness prevailed in flowers and minds.

In that sweet garden of my mind,
with the resonance of attainment,
I tied myself with the knot of love.

Today, my flower is left stamped and crushed,
it lies burried under a heap of snow.
My sweet garden has lost its colour and beauty.

And yet, in the mental arbour of my garden,
even today, secretly,
Your love lingers on, full to the brim.









1338

O Lord,
I could not find the destination of Your path,
and hence, I could not move unto You.

The introduction between You and me
was left covered in darkness,
and hence, I could not locate my ultimate aim.

I thought about why I could not understand,
that perhaps I did not have love nor affection in my fate.

Full of neglect and overlook,
I did not give due value to life.

Many a spring came into life.
Many a winter evening poured its colour on me,
yet, I kept myself aloof
and could not drench myself in colour.









1339

The light is Yours and mine
and it is for everyone.

The whole world
is full of darkness removing light.

Light is present in the world of knowledge,
and borders both ignorance and avidya'.

In human minds,
devilishness perishes
by the touch of light.

Providing beacon light in darkness,
directions become visible.

The wick flame ever burns in the lap of lamps,
colouring and illuminating the world.








1340

Amidst piles of bricks and stones,
my mind sinks down into an intensly dark well.

I can see neither green grass
nor the form of a leaf.

All alone amidst a crowd of matter,
how do I find relief?

Human beings move but like machines,
with "earning money"
as a seemingly greatest principle.

It is very difficult to surmount
the opposition of artificiality
that plays in obscure and diverse ways.










1341

I don't like the socalled artificial civilization.
I don't appreciate its cunningness.

I just want to glide in the free world
with the simplicity of a bird.

I want more free air,
a star studded blue sky
and an internal firmament of mind full of intuition,
that will remove all complications.

I want to keep the Supreme Entity in my mind always,
and by His nectar absorbed blessing,
I shall continue to apply the whiteness of sandal on all dirt.








1342

O Lord,
today,
the light of the new has come.

By Your arrival, warmth was filled into my life.

All the reactive momenta of dogma
that were created and accumulation
through knowledge, place, time and person,
floated away.

My entire burden was removed within moments
and my heart found fulfillment.
I became introduced with You in a new way.

In recognition of You,
all entities became converted into spiritual divinity.

Now, only surrender at You holy feet remains,
which overflows with the current of devotion.

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A new light has dawned today with Your arrival.
My life became filled with Your warm touch.
The sam'skara (reactive momenta) of dawn
was completely shattered.

The dogmatic feeling of name and fame
has been fully banished.
All my load and burden has been removed
and my heart is blissful today.

I have been introduced to You in a very new style.
My entire entity has become completely merged with You
(Harimaya),
and my only request at Your feet is
that the flow of devotion should overflow in me.









1343

In the colour of illusion
of forests and mountains,
I forgot my real self.

Amidst colourful fruits and flowers,
trees and creepers
and amidst humanity,
the root of minds of all creatures
turned colourful.

At each moment
sunlight lies scattered
over mountain peaks.

My mind longs to go to a far sky,
breaking up all bondages.










1344

O Lord,
I did not do anything for You,
and yet, You lifted me up
from the dust of my path.

I never heeded to listen to praises of Your glory,
yet, You bestowed on me Your causeless grace.

You gifted me overwhelmingly filling both my hands.
You provided a place for me in the womb of a mother.
You filled me with love and an overflowing heart.
You poured honey onto me in exuberance.

Whatever shelter, food and clothing I received
during times of distress,
whatever merciful wealth of sweetness
during the desert heat,
I kept it all threaded in my mind.

I cannot even estimate
what You did not do for me.









1345

The mirage of the desert calls me with eyes
through gaps of storms.

Wearing skirts,
covering themselves with scarfs,
smeared with both softness and harshness,
the desert girls move on, along the beach.

O silent, dry sand, you bear no green tree.

Yet, I love you,
and crown you silently,
like a sha'lmali (silkcotton) tree
with red kim'shuk flowers.










1346

O Lord,
on that dark day with softly wet clouds,
I saw You on the magnolia (juhi) flower lane.

At Your feet,
ankle bells were sounding.

In my hand,
the small flame of a lamp was burning.

In Your eyes,
a sweetly flowered plant lay reflected.

And from my eyes,
a fountain of tears emerged.

There was no one between You and me.
This was a meeting between the small and the great.

You came with a smiling rhythm
and the fragrance of pollen.

I moved with a throbbing heart
and unknown feelings.
I forgot, afterwards,
by drifting into intuitive knowledge,
what I was and where I was.










1347

O Lord,
why did You come today into my mind
when all my flowers have withered away
and in my mental garden only thorns remain?

Once upon a day, the beauty of flowers prevailed;
as did sweetness and charming and delicate subtlety.

My sweetness was overflowing,
yet, on that day You did not come
even after hearing my invocation.

My altar was fragrant and decorated,
for You to bestow Your grace that day.

This event, I continuously think of, even to this day.
I kept my agony suppressed in the depth of my mind.










1348

O Lord,
I move on,
holding on to Your path.

Births after births,
lives after deaths,
I have been moving forward,
trampling underfoot thorns.

On Your path,
during rainy and dark nights,
I have never felt dullness,
I am a sweet bud in Your imagination.

During moonlit nights,
seeking solitude to meet You,
I move on with a threaded garland,
pouring out my love.










1349

What for do you pour out morning light,
who is He who has forgotten you from His mind?

During sleep, while awake,
with whose love,
do you colour your life with a smiling face?

In the heavenly garden,
is the charming pa'rija'ta flower not there
to win your mind with its beauty?

With everything available to you,
why do you turn restless,
wanting to select resonances?

You have no choice;
the whole universe (both the living and the nonliving)
is full of personal and collective contact (otah + protah).

O Lord,
You are adored and worshiped (externally)
and yet, You exist in the depth of the microcosmic mind.











1350

O Lord,
in this world,
I want You in evernew meetings of love.

In the floral garden,
with a sweet song,
love scatters by the honeybee.

I do not want fame,
garlands of flowers,
worship
nor intoxication of respect.

I just want a heart full of love.
I do not want anything.
You know my requirement.

You are in the deepest world
of action and duty.
You are the vitality of life,
the essence of all nectar.










1351

O Lord,
with crimson colour and new love,
what a sweetness have You poured on me?

You lifted up
the freshly bathed morning dewdrops.

In the sketch of green leaves,
in the charming eyes of the deer,
You smeared in diverse styles,
a magic spell,
an incomparable example.

In the blue sky,
in the clear voice,
in the murmur of the forest,
You made sounds resonate.

You taught songs to the melody
that flows in the silvery fountain.

You taught songs and melodies
to the flow of silvery fountains.









1352

O my sympathizer,
how far do You go?

Smiling sweetly with love,
You seem unknown.

A threaded garland of songs,
and the bouquet of love remain.

You stamp with Your feet
the sketch of memory
that lies in sweet moonlight
and then, You rush off.

The dream that remains coloured
with the hue of a colorful peacock's tail,
carries the empty and cyclic bear's dance.

In green grass,
in the pollen of flowers,
in the longhorn
that goes northeast,
You sing.











1353

O Lord beyond form,
turn into form
and come into the fold of my heart.

O gem,
provider of everything,
point of my ideation,
You radiate the effulgence of love,
like a shining and luminous gem.

From era to era,
living beings have been searching You,
and find You within themselves
in hundreds and hundreds of forms.

In life and death,
whatever is attained
and whatever is not,
is all located within You
as intuitional reality.

I have forgotten how to love.
I sing Your song with all my heart.

Only this much do I know,
that I am Yours only
and that You are mine,
like the nectar and its moon.










1354

O Lord,
You love me.

You do not see nor consider
deserving qualifications,
You look upon all with Your causeless mercy.

The moon pours its light on all heads,
irrespective of good or bad.
The camphor makes all waters fragrant.
The sandal touches even hard insects,
even those who do not look its side.

I assumed no one loves me.
I came crying
and will go painfully.
For me only pain is destined on the earth.
Today, I understood I am not helpless.












1355

O Lord,
I just wanted a weebit of Your grace,
but You poured on me a flow of mercy.

I just wanted a drop of happiness
in my ocean of sorrows,
but You brought about a river of joy.

Within the great time factor,
innumerable beings come and go,
who stays to look at them?

In the ocean of microcosms,
You pervade both
the great and the meager.
You are with all.

O Parama Purus'a,
ocean of love,
You removed the darkness of dirt.
By the touch of Your vivacity,
You glorified the earth with a flow of nectar.











1356

O Lord,
I loved You,
so why did You forget me?

Knowingly, I wanted pain;
You made me forget both sorrow and joy.

I was floating on the deep ocean;
You remained seated on a golden mountain.
I was overflooded with disappointment and disgrace;
You remained in the auspicious sunrays,
ignoring me.

For how many eras
our love has existed,
is not known to the history of whatsoever poets.

You are great and I am small,
that is why You neglected me.

How could I not be Yours
or You not be mine?

From time immemorial,
a smiling sweetness,
is vibrant even today in almighty fashion.












1357

I floated the boat of songs
over the waves of the ocean of melody.

I would move over the swing of rhythm and meters,
into the colour of Your love.

I would find the memory of joy,
and float my entire ego into the stream of sweetness.

Whatever was accumulated by me,
has all been emptied.

In a moonlit night and a bright morning,
I float myself unto the infinite.










1358

O Lord,
with sweetness smeared eyes,
why did You peep into my mind?

Full of heavenly love,
You poured nectar on my face.

The One whom I wanted in my meditation,
the moon I wanted to illustrate in my mind,
the essence of it all,
today came into my fold.

There is no vaning nor vaxing in this moon.
It is ever full of its sixteen components.

The one whom I wanted in the realm of ideation,
in the full illumination of moonlight,
under the soft breeze
came today.











1359

O Lord,
I do not remember,
when I started loving You,
when I secretly filled my life and heart
with Your beauty, form and colour.

I saw Your image
in the crimson rays of the morning sun.
I understood Your glory
in the in the intense sun of noon.

I observed Your sweetness
in the evening sun,
in the soft shefa'li flower of winter
and in the flowers of spring,
in the pollen of keya' and niip flowers during rains,
and in the intoxicating song of birds.










1360

O Lord,
for Your soft touch,
my eyes flow on,
day and night.

Swarms of bees
buzz into the arbour of my mind,
and speak about You only.

I wanted to forget You
but am unable to do so.
Unknowingly, I keep singing Your song.

The flowers of spring,
the sandal breeze,
keep Your sweetness around them.

In the clouds of the sky,
dambaru (a hand held small drum) resounds.

Thinking of You,
I seek You,
in the sky, in the air,
in the resonance that fills the earth.










1361

O Lord,
You encompass the whole world
with the intoxication of subtlety's sweetness.

Days come and go
in colourful illusion,
says the birds' chirping.

In the intoxication of Your ideation,
my mind forgets itself.
It remains overwhelmed,
and gives off sounds of long sighs.

In those days,
I merge with the dust of Your feet,
which loses itself into prolonged time.










1362

O Lord of my mind,
come into my mind!

Come onto the mental flower
of my decorated tree,
and smile from within its core.

I do not want anything from You,
I only want to pour out myself
and offer everything of mine to You.

Come with silent feet,
totally eliminating the distance between us two.

Many lives passed by wastefully,
much an excellent sweetness floated adrift.

This time as last chance,
come and sit on the lotus of my heart.













1363

O Lord,
You are great,
I am meager.
I keep ever dancing around You.

You are a wave,
I am the dust of the path,
I ever long for Your shelter.

From time immemorial,
between You and me,
the mutual absorption of love
between the microcosm and the macrocosm existed.

You may stay without me,
but I cannot survive without You.
I cannot think of anything other than You.

You are the polestar
unto which all aspire to move.
Grant me love and devotion,
so that I may continue singing Your glory.


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You are so great and I am so small.
I am always moving towards You.
You are the ocean
whereas I am but a small particle of dust.
I surrender myself unto Your lotus feet.
You are my shelter.

Since the very beginning of this universe
our relationship has been one of love.
You may stand without me,
but I can't stand without You.

I can't think of anyone else exept You.
You are my polestar.
You are my meditation (sadhana).
Please grant me devotion and love
so I may always sing Your glory.










1364

O symbol of effulgence,
You came,
crossing the ocean of darkness,
removing all darkness totally,
to benefit the world.

Great sages and saints,
cannot attain You,
even after ages of arduous penance.

O Lord,
You came into all hearts.

When light comes,
darkness is removed.
When life comes,
death dies.

This divinely illusory game,
with which You swing the world,
never ends.













1365

O Lord,
You exist in the ideation of all minds,
so why do You wish to remain hidden?

You are clean and fragrant,
so why do You wish to witness
from a distance only?

You are for those who have none.
You filled attributes amongst those lacking qualities.

Although above attributes,
You are without attributes (Nirgun'a).

Why do You wish to remain unseen?
You are the shelter of all,
and yet, You remain shelterless.

O Lord of all,
why do You remain above all feelings,
above everything?
In individual and collective contact with the microcosm,
You bestow sweetness.













1366

O my dear one,
in the moonlit night,
on the beach of golden sand
that lies along the ocean,
I shall speak to You
through song after song.

I shall speak to You
in the sandal breeze,
through tunes of flowers
with petals wide open.

I have rehearsed only one tune
with which my heart has become intoxicated.

By its rhythm,
with heavenly bliss,
a new joy vibrates.

On my monochord,
only one tune is played,
within which all love is filled.

By its pollen,
with a smiling melody,
I shall whisper my song into Your ears.












1367

O Lord,
You put on the adornment of joy (ashok)
with tender buds
of mango and red kinshuk flowers.

The forest smiles with flowers of spring
and the mental world today smiles with shyness.

From mango trees buds drop,
spreading a sour fragrance.

On golden mountain peaks,
a golden crown appears to have been placed.

Over the flowers of blackberry (jambu),
bees hover from all sides for bitter honey.

With the fragrance of flowers tied to their chignon,
ladies forget their household jobs.

In moonlight dreams,
with sandal breeze,
I call them without shyness,
O Lord.











1368

Why have flowers bloomed in my garden?
Who knows?

Not only in my floral garden
but also in my mental garden flowers bloom.

The flowers that could previously not bloom,
due to intense fog of cold weather,
and due to dullness of inertia,
attained a jerk of life today.

The honey that was covered within petals
today attained life.

The great moon in the blue sky,
wants to reach out,
and talk to all in melody and tune,
on moonlit nights.













1369

O Lord of my mind,
come into my mind
come with the adornment of flowers.

All the flowers have spread their petals
to welcome You by pouring out their honey.

The bud of the campa' flower,
forgetting its shyness,
looks at You and lifts its veil.

Although small,
the buds of bakula flowers open up
the doors of their hearts.

Come with rhythm and meter,
come decorated with the red colour of kinshuk flowers.

The buds of mango blossoms
scatter their sweet fragrance all over.

They want to speak to You
by whispering into Your ears,
with a smile of shyness.












1370

O Lord,
You are my eyebeautifying ointment,
the joy provider of my mind.
You are my eternal companion in life and death.

In the beautiful grand space,
You beauty radiates
and enchants me.

The whole world remains located
in the mirror of Your ma'ya'.

Everything resonates
with the tinkling sound of Your ankle bell.

Kindly look at me,
O stealer of mind.
I do not want anything worldly at Your feet.

Grant me devotion of the highest order
so that I may totally surrender myself.

You intention is my goal.
You are my moon
and I am the cakor bird
that forever looks at You.














1371

O Lord,
unseen,
without blemish,
bestow Your grace on me.

O destructor of the world's fear,
provide illumination to my eyes.

Those who come,
depart in expectation of You.

Those who cry and smile
to merge in You,
are all within You
as You are within them.

Create devotional ideation in my mind!

All moments, seconds and fragments of time,
are located within You,
for, You are the great ocean.

I am but a mere atom below Your feet,
so... fill me with the rhythms of oha and avoha.












1372

O Lord,
the flame of the fire
that You ignited,
will never become extinguished, never!

The path that You told me to follow,
is my sa'dhana',
my spiritual endeavor.

The work that You told me to do,
the policy that You taught me,
that work,
that policy,
I shall never forget, never!

The actions that You forbade,
the bad policies that You told me to refrain from,
in their flow
I shall never move
nor lean towards their influence, never!

You told us to love all,
even plants, creepers,
animals and birds.
You taught us neohumanism
to which no comparison exists in the world.











1373

O who are You
who came with the fragrance of flowers
into my sweet floral garden,
and let Yourself be held?

You stayed in my mind like a bee,
and whispered devotion and love
into my ears.
My floral garden became filled with only love.

It occurred to my mind
that in Your absence,
nothing exists.

You came and poured life into vacuity,
filling emptiness with nectar.

I did not know what is called love.
I did not at all understand the cosmic entity.
Now I know and understand
that You are my only God,
overflowing with vivacity in the game of my life.












1374

O dear Lord,
with the hope of attaining You,
I sit and wait day and night,
looking at the path of Your arrival
and threading a garland of malati flowers.

Every moment,
at Your tune,
my mind floats adrift, far off.

I am in love with Your sonorous song and dance.
In Your game of innumerable colours,
in Your overwhelmingly sweet smile,
in the secret core of my mind,
I continue dancing and meditating on You.












1375

O Lord,
a fatigued one has come to You for shelter,
and calls You distressfully.

Look at him with merciful eyes.
Listen to his agony with love.

Many storms and typhoons have blown.
Many fogs have passed,
and yet, he keeps moving unto You,
at the tinkling sound of Your viin'a'.

He advances on Your path,
breaking asunder all obstructions.












1376

O enchanter of my mind,
You came for my sake,
undergoing much trouble.

You made disappear my sense of pride and humiliation.
You forgot that I am just a meager.
You came in isolation with the attraction of heart.

O benevolent and auspicious entity
of the whole world!

You also look at those
who do not want You.

You keep bound with love
those who want You.

You are the ultimate aim
and objective of all.

O ultimate shelter
and operator of the world!










1377

O Lord,
come into the canopy of my mind.

I continue waiting for You
through lives and deaths sitting by Your arrival path.

Look at me with merciful eyes,
with a soft smile on Your face.

To You I surrender,
as the dust of Your feet.










1378

The Lord of lords came to my home
missing His path.

On His feet,
dust lay smeared,
and His face shone red, sunraylike.

At Your red feet,
I have remained awake, ages since.
I constantly ask for Your grace,
longing to serve You.

The earnestness that secretly lay hidden
in the depths of my mind,
resonated on the strings of my heart
by the attraction of Your mercy.











1379

O lord,
I came by Your grace,
and shall continue doing Your work.

I move forward,
holding on to Your path
so that I may certainly attain You.

In which unknown history
did You come close to me?
During all that period,
I have survived.
So continue staying with me,
that I may colour my mind with Yours.

On which flowerfilled morning,
on which chirpingfilled winter,
have I loved You,
have I lost myself in You?

I forgot that time,
but I did not forget the immortal melody,
with which I shall fill You with song after song.










1380

O Lord,
why did You come close with love
and departed abruptly?

My mind danced like a peacock,
spreading its tail in intoxication,
and yet, You hid Yourself.

Even today, alas,
my flower buds remain hidden under petals,
though full of sweetness smeared rhythm.

O dearest friend,
why do You stay away, unmoved?

Come, come close,
merge with my life,
by Your overwhelming and divine game.

You are the basis of all thoughts,
yet, You do not need a base.
You are the psychic pabula of all.
You are everyone's friend,
sympathizer during pains.

The animate and inanimate worlds,
the temporal factor, are all full of You.
With love and sweetness in Your heart,
You dance on,
each and every moment.










1381

O destroyer of troubles,
O reliever of sufferings,
You are the beautiful pupil of everyone's eyes.

You existed in the beginning,
You are today,
and You will continue to be
till the end of endless life.

O beloved one of all,
object of meditation of all,
You are immeasurable
by intellect and strength.

You know how to how to put everything in motion.
You revolve the mind.
From within the depth,
You apply eyelotion.

The universe is full of Your infinite and divine game.
You ever remain beyond destruction in intuitive absorption.

You are without slumber,
ever active;
You are the colourless effluence amidst forms.









1382

O Lord,
I love You.

By Your name and dhya'na (contemplation),
the darkness of mind is destroyed.

In the sweet song of Your attributes,
my mind rushes out, flying afar,
letting all bondages of inertia and meanness float away.

The colourful light of Your rising sun charms my eyes.

Pour out Your grace
and come in evernew and beautiful forms.










1383

O Lord,
You provide
and receive love from all.

Looking at all with equality,
You constantly think of everyone's welfare.

In the intense heat of the sun,
in painful periods,
You pour out a flow of rain.

On torn out and distressed hearts,
You smear the honey of affection.

On wet and rainy dark nights,
You bring about the light of fireflies.

You know what respect living beings deserve.
You know the limitations
of those who survive with hope,
ever looking onto Your arrival path.
For, You have taken into Your shelter so many lives.











1384

O Lord,
You appeared before me,
bending down to the dust of the path,
only to lift me up.

You did so much for me,
and yet, I wanted to forget You.

My path was obstructed,
all light had vanished,
my ego totally went down.

Losing my path,
I lay in a pit,
tying both my eyes with cloth.

You told me to look at the aim
and to love You wholeheartedly.

Having forgotten my goal,
I used to enjoy delusions,
intoxicated in momentary pleasures.








1385

The crimson light of the morning sun
enters through the balcony into my dark house.

With the impact of brilliant light,
the ghost of darkness went far away.

Due to agonies,
accumulated ages after ages,
in the condensed blackness of darkness,
in the openingless deep dark well,
no discrimination was to be observed.

In this darkness,
living beings were bound
and the progress of minds became obstructed.

I cried out due to heavy obstruction,
me longing for a fast entry of heavenly effulgence
into my life.










1386

O controller and illumination of the universe!
Come into the fold of my heart!

Turn the desert wet and green
and scatter light on the darkness of night.

I never performed the actions desired by You,
I could not follow Your path,
I merely continued seeking Your causeless grace,
O one full of sweetness and grace!

My heart remained intensely dark.
Your red and soft feet appeared hard.

And yet, by Your touch,
in a sudden moment,
it may all turn into a stream of nectar.










1387

Come,
O my most beloved one,
and illuminate the entire world!

Come,
far removing the intoxication
of darkness and inertia!

I know and accept only You.
Distressed for You,
I long to dissolve myself in You.

I have no attachment to respect nor dishonour.
You are the supreme
and You are my sa'dhana'.

I survive for You only
within and beyond
the scope of pain and pleasure.

In life, spring comes
as does the sun's intense heat.

In my life,
You ever remain bound to my heart
as fulfillment of my dream.










1388

O Lord,
You gave me so much
and yet, You never wanted anything in return.

In the intense heat of summer,
You provided to me the shade of trees.

You rained soothing water
on the mirage of my dry desert.

My time used to pass by
in the flame of miseries,
that arose in humiliation and disregard.

You lifted me onto Your lap
and decorated me with a floral garland of songs.

The truth lay hidden
under storms of ignorance and dogmas.
You removed that fog
and brought me onto the path of light.










1389

O Lord,
You flew a flood of effulgence
and awakened life in the dark desert.

Victory be Yours,
O Lord!
Forever victory be Yours!

In the unexpressed world
You made flowers bloom.

The flow that was lost in the desert sand,
the bud that lay covered with dust,
attained life again by Your causeless grace.

My intellect had shrunk due to obstructions.
The melody that I had rehearsed remained suppressed,
when, by the soft touch of Your hand,
the gamut of octave fell in relief to the ground.









1390

O Lord,
I move along Your path,
I shall never retreat
when confronted with obstructions of any kind.

You are the gem of my eyes,
You are my sa'dhana'.

Lighting the wick of my small lamp,
I invoke Your name.
For, the power that Your name possesses,
is beyond comparison.

Too many days and dates passed by
to keep track of counting.

You are there and I too am there,
other than this,
I do not know anything.










1391

O Lord,
thinking of You,
and keeping Your image in my mind
my days pass by.

Of Your sweet love
and enchanting memory,
my mind ever thinks with love.

I have forgotten day and date.
I have lost myself.
Always thinking of You,
I became like You.

Your encircling movement
always appears in my mind.

I am the viin'a and You are the player.
I am a drop and You are the ocean.
I remain submerged in You.

O one eternally absorbed in intuition!
Stay with each exhalation of mine.









1392

O Lord,
You told that You would return,
but You went away
and did not come back.

The garland of malati flowers dried up,
without You taking any sandalwood paste.

I had created a song for You
and rehearsed its tune the whole day.

The one for whom the song and melody was made,
did not come to listen to it.

All my flowers withered away,
now, only the string is left.

At the end of the day,
surrounded by dropped flowers,
I could not sing my song to You.










1393

I shall go on fulfilling the hopes and loves of all.
I remain quite close
and smear the nectar of love on everyone.

The way honey remains stored in flowers,
wholeheartedly,
with a singular dedication,
I shall likewise forever remain.

As the moon spreads its light with extreme love,
I shall likewise radiate my moonlit smile on all faces.











1394

The unknown fairy,
came into the canopy
of my sweet floral garden.

By pouring out the honey from its heart,
it enhanced the honey in the flowers.

What a smile in the melody of its flute!
What a flood of tears in its eyes!

The fairy of sweetness,
without taking the honey (of flowers),
poured out its (own) honey and went away.

The light that comes after darkness
appears pleasing to all eyes.

Likewise,
is the goodness that follows darkness
a defeat of time.










1395

O Lord,
You are the basis of my life,
the rhythmic movement in the blue sky.

The ocean of love between You and me,
between the meager and the cosmic,
is like an inciting thread of lightning.

You are the full moon in the moonlit night.
You are the sun in the early morning.
I understand You
and keep You absorbed in the core of my heart.

You are my companion in light and shade.
You are the polestar during dark nights.
Of the hot meteor's fall, You are the cooling flow.

I am the light of a firefly
and You are the sun.
I am but a particle in the stream of Your mercy.











1396

O Lord,
I love You,
this fact I used to ignore,
even when knowing it.

My coming and my going takes place
below the dust of Your feet.

With You,
I secretly sing a song
in the morning light.

I continue playing a game of colours
under Your shelter and protection.

During the reddish colour of the evening sun,
I listen to Your song with love
and become coloured in the hue of coloured waters.










1397

O Lord,
You do not hear my topic.
Why do not You listen to the events in my life?

I cannot accept
that this should be
due to my insignificance.
Oh what pain!

I do not know why I love You
but I realise that You are my object.

O my desideratum!
O object of my service!
Why do not You come down to me?

I created songs
and rehearsed melodies.
I remained awake the whole night,
only for You.

O adorable one!
O object of my meditation!
Open Your eyes now.









1398

O dear Shya'm (Krs'n'a),
kindling fire!
During my spring,
come into the arbour of palash trees!

O collection of attributes,
my heart is restless to see You!

The cuckoo sings in the kadamba tree,
the dark shadow of tama'l trees dances,
and at the ashoka arbour,
swarms of honeybees gather.

The mind colouring hue
scatters into heavenly arenas.

The heaven and earth stay with me,
remembering Your sweet name.

O Ghanashya'm,
come to me with each rhythm of Yours.










1399

O Lord,
churning heavenly sweetness,
I have brought down the nectar of bliss.

With each rhythm,
through the sandal breeze,
I sketch the sweetness of mind.

My pot is full of nectar,
fully satisfying hunger and thirst.
I adore You for extinguishing
all the great hunger in the world.

Crossing mountains, rivers,
forests and gardens,
I have come with a restless mind
to serve and love all.










1400

O Lord,
losing my own rhythm,
I want to dance,
I want to dance to Your rhythm and tune.

I have neither language,
ideation nor melody;
but I still want to sing Your attributes.

All the feelings that lay unexpressed,
or all the great ideations that found expression,
lie at the arena of Your feet.
Hence, I bow down to Your feet.

Nothing is with me;
I shall not take anything that would fill the jewel box.

And yet, all sins are mine,
and the result of all good actions
I shall place as a garland around Your neck.

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