Translations only

501-600

501

O Lord!
Why do You not come during the daylight,
but instead during the darkness of night?
You are not seen during happy days
but extend love during nights of pain.

When stars shine in the sky
and the environment is rich,
then we do not get glimpses of You.
Only after we lose everything,
You offer consolation.

When the enchanting breeze of autumn,
awakens pleasing sensations,
we do not find You close.
You bring soothing coolness
only with intense heat.








502

O Lord,
at the end of the day,
from the arena of sleep,
into the illuminated courtyard,
You silently gave a close touch to all.

When no light was there,
only You existed.
There was neither good nor bad.
You remained alert all by Yourself.

The same Lord of the past
is still present now
and will be for all the time to come.

Piercing through the bosom of darkness and eliminating it,
You alone are observed.
All salutations are directed towards You only.

Beyond speech and thought,
You continue moving on Your own path.









503

The events of those bygone days
reoccurred into mind
when I looked at the blue sky.

In the cimmerian darkness
You remained alone, ever alert.
No one else knows my pain
or believes me.

I loved You day and night,
no one but You entered my heart.
My melody was full of pain;
my song filled with sorrowful memories.

That melody and song vanished silently.
Today I sing my song anew in melodies of hopes.








504

O Lord,
why are the eyes of those
who want You close
so full of tears?

You know all,
You are not deaf,
why then play
such deceptive game?

Laughter, crying
and flute play,
come all under the influence of that game.

While blooming the hundred petaled lotus,
You deprive people
of even glimpses of happiness.

I know that,
both pain and pleasure,
lie hidden
within Your psychic arena.

For one and all,
You never cease
to both smile and cry.






505

O Lord,
You came close to me
after gaps of ages.

I have forgotten my agony
and the count of time.

The flowers of those days
withered away.
Even their name and form got lost.

Due to the long lapse of time
the stars have set.

My heart was overflowing
and full of sweet fragrance.
But at that time,
You did not come.
You came instead
when the seat of my heart was vacant.







506

O Lord,
please grant grace to me.
Fill my life with illumination.

In Your ideation my mind gets intoxicated.
My eyes become full of beauty.

Make me wakeful and ideal
and lift me up to effulgence divine.

Vibrate and illuminate me
with Your new crimson light.

Purify me by Your touch
and take away all my darkness.








507

O Lord,
who can understand by intellect
Your limitless divine game?

You are present in all forms
and yet remain formless.
You are within all
and yet surround everything.

You exist in the deep blue seawater,
and in the white snow on mountain tops.
Whatever I see or do not see,
everything lies embedded in Your mind.

The impermeable mountains,
the cycle of all seasons,
whatever I can think or cannot conceive of -
You hold all that.






508

O my companion,
what sort of melody
have You played on Your flute,
pouring out nectar from mahul?

Waiting for You,
I have remained awake,
and threaded a garland.

Now, I do not want to take anything,
I only want to love You,
to give You my all.

When at the end of the night
morning comes,
and the sun rises,
then the lotus smiles.

Your form appears in my mind.
You are my light during daytime
and my moon at night.







509

O my embodiment of songs!
You came crossing the ocean of slumber.
Let victory be Yours!

Expressing Yourself
in modes and submodes of music,
You developed the surasaptaka (the musical octave).

In the niip groves,
You resonate sweetly.
O my embodiment of effulgence!

You have expressed Yourself in numerous colours,
You engendered the colours of rainbows.

O embodiment of mind,
You provided beauty and colours
to flowers, incense and bees.








510

Like a pearl in the oyster,
so is sweetness coveted in buds.

I have kept You carefully protected,
O source of form, flow and vibrations!

O Lord, let that sweetness never dry out,
let it never be lost in floods and storms.

My offerings to You
took shape in hundreds of mantras
(incantations),
recited in hundreds of ways.
You accepted them all.

Nobody else do I have in the world,
other than You.
All my eager solicitations and love
are lost in Your ideation.








511

O Lord, come into my heart.
To fulfill my desire,
come silently through the colourful path of light.

To those who have lost the path,
who have deluded on the dust of the earth,
to those who,
due to intoxication of ego,
have become restless and broken,
come!
Come into their mind!
Come by their call!
Come, showing purposeless grace!

There is no one else like You.
In my mental sky,
there is no second moon.

By Your sweet smile,
with radiation of light, and an enchanting flute,
quench my thirst.








512

O hero of my mind,
where have You gone to?
In spite of repeated search
I am unable to find You.

You went far away and gave me pain;
I will never forget this incidence.

I searched for You
in the flow of rivers,
in hills and hillocks,
and became tired of wandering about
in the shades of pala'sh groves.

I called You repeatedly to come,
to come back home.
And due to cries,
I almost died.

Perhaps I had no luck,
or insufficient eagerness,
and therefore had no choice
but to look at You.









513

There is a festival of colours on the mountain,
our minds are dancing and swinging.

Let us all go together
to pick and bring home flowers.

Swiftly crossing the thin path of the cotton forest,
running over barren fields,
traversing pastures,
avoiding narrow, delusive banks,
wearing flowers on the chignon,
we shall march straight towards what we cherish.

There is no end to our journey,
movement is life.
With joyful minds,
we go on dancing and singing.

If we do not get flowers,
our minds become restless.
Hence, wherever we go,
we carry flowers with us.









514

O Lord!
I have lost my way on this forest path.
I nevertheless hope to see You.

I have forgotten the days.
Day and night,
I keep with me only one expectation.

In my mental forest,
a strong wind swings.
Other than You,
no one else do I have as my own.

All my ideation within You bears only one same value:
that You come close, still closer,
and dance with effulgent strokes.

In an intoxicating dream,
within my psychic arena, You became my most valuable diamond necklace.

All desires and repulsions
are engrossed in You
and, unknowingly, become unified.
Come close,
and take me from the arena of forms
to that of formlessness.








515

O Lord,
while describing,
Your description never ends.
Whatever is told,
it is observed
that much is yet left out.

Your mark is found in the galaxies of distant skies
and also in each minute pore.

Your messages,
I am unable to understand.
Hence, with folded palms,
I silently keep weeping.

The deep dungeon of hell, sweetly absorbed incense,
the inkling of lyrestrings,
intoxicating moonlit nights,
numerous events and agonies -

all that remains silent for eternity.










516

O Lord!
Why do You not love those
who love You,
and who wish to attain You?

In dark nights and bright mornings,
why do You remain dumb?

On that heavenly path,
through light and shade,
bunches of flowers are shaken
and many hundredpetal lotuses wither away.
For the benefit of all
and for loving all,
why don't You let Yourself be attained?
Why do You maintain dislike?

With silent feet,
in numerous colours,
buds look up with hope.

There should not be anything wrong
with trying to move on the proper path.

Remaining silent,
in the calm arena of effulgence,
what is it
that You play on Your lyre?










517

O Lord,
I shall never forget You.

Amidst lovefull enchanting attachments,
I shall not become oblivious of You.

At the end of the night,
on a colourful morning,
when the flow of Your effulgence
fully expresses itself in beauty and colour,
in that bright radiation,
I shall not sit down with closed eyes.

At the end of the day,
when a sweet lull approaches,
and the footmarks of cows
are lost in the dullness of dusk,
I shall not destroy by injury
Your sweetness-absorbed composure.










518

O Lord,
I go on lighting lamps at Your altar,
and thread a garland of niip flowers for You,
eagerly hoping to place it around Your neck.

The time of laziness has gone.
Effulgence has appeared in the core of my heart.

The ocean of vitality has broken down all barriers.
Now, come close!

In the mirror of my mind
I see You as my only love.
I forget everything except You.

Please come onto my sweet hundredpetal lotus.









519

O You,
who came pouring out sweetness,
on each particle of my being!

By Your sweet and affectionate smile
You made me forget all pains.

You made me forget
who is mine and who is not.

You made outside and inside same.

Into each nook and corner of the world,
You spread the impulse of heart.
Discrimination, exploitation and injustice
should not remain in this world any longer.

You filled the pot of life with drops of nectar.











520

O who is there in the pala'sh grove?

At a glance it appears
that I recognise You.

You coloured the recess of my mind,
but why do You remain afar?

Today in my floral garden,
a southern wind is blowing.

All my wants have been wiped away.

Now, I move forward,
along the tide of joy,
dancing around You.

The entire world is filled with Your beauty.
You illuminated all hearts.
You poured nectar into all minds.

By thinking of You,
my eyes become blissfully filled with tears.










521

O Lord, why are You so far away?
Please come closer.

Why have You bound me
with the restrictive bondage of distance,
maintain Yourself aloof with rhythmic dance,
and induce separation by lightning?

In the eastern sky
is a festival of colours.
Amidst it all,
Your enchanting song
brings memories of happiness.

In the spread of floral fragrance,
a sweet and gentle sandal breeze floats.
In the moonlit night,
Your loving smile beautifies my dream.











522

O Lord,
to decorate and to garland You,
after much effort,
I have brought home flowers.

The flowers
which I will thread my garland with
include:
kanak campa', dropped baul,
and, in between them, kadamba.

I have dancingly entered the forest,
decorating my hair with tresses.
My mind became absorbed in Your thought,
for You only, I arranged and filled my floral tray.

I returned back from the forest laughing,
with Your affectionate image in my vision.

When there was no one on this earth,
only You existed.
That is why, in meditation,
I adore You.









523

O Lord,
who are You of unknown name,
who came today without announcement.

You came singing,
absorbed in floral fragrance,
dancing with small rhythmic beats.

The hot and dry desert of my mind
became green after attaining You.
And by Your magic force
silence vanished.

After awaiting Him day and night,
He came today with unblinking eyes,
opening up the door of my heart.











524

O Lord!
You are the sweetness of my heart,
You are my intimate friend,
You are the gem of everyone's eyes.

By Your melody,
rhythmic sound is expressed
and encircles You.

Bypassing fractions of time
You remain ever awakened,
at the root of all existence.

You love all
and consider everyone Your own.
You pour out Your nectar unto all
during daylight
and during the darkness of night.

You pull everyone onto Your lap,
irrespective of the quantity of agony
that is undergone.










525

O Lord!
O my friend!
O my nearest!

Shall I sing a song for You?

You are love.
You are my sweetly absorbed expectation.
You are the essence of my life.

From the day I recognised You,
I have understood You to be my only support.

From that very day onwards,
and by Your touch,
You have granted new life to me.

On that day,
by the soft touch of Your hand,
when the lotus bud bloomed in the morning,
You pulled me unto Your effulgence
and bathed me in liberation.










526

O Lord,
with incense,
lamps and mental sweetness,
I am preparing the altar to worship You on.

O my life's dearest companion,
by delaying Your arrival,
You float me into tears.

I am threading a garland with care and effort,
and am decorating the tray of flowers with all my heart.

With a soft smile,
that is beyond all desire and attainment,
come near and sit close to me.

I move my restless mind towards You
and with unperturbed sound,
keep thinking of You.

With colour
and love moist with fragrance,
with the essence of nectar,
I create my song.








527

O Lord,
don't go away, leaving me.

I am alone in my house,
my mind does won't desert.

The bee is engrossed in buzzing,
taking Your ideation.
The stream dances on swiftly,
and does not recognise anything else
other than its destination, the ocean.

Lightning and thunder arise vibrantly,
aiming at penetrating into the core of the earth.
The clouds of the far distant sky
seek the sweet dust of the earth.










528

O Lord,
You take all with You.
You exist within everyone.

How much liila' (divine sport)
do You perform day and night?
You love that play very much.
That is why, from age to age, You return.

Let me become the playmate of Your choice.
You may wipe off (end) all Your games
but do not ignore me please.
Remain with me in evening time,
and make me forget the difference between us two.

Your love is immeasurable and unlimited.
Your grace is endless.

All I want
is the dust of Your feet,
with which You tread this earth.










529

O Lord,
having bolted the doors of my mind,
I was asleep until then,
even though the morning sun
had been peeping through my window.
My mind was filled
with the relativities of place and time.
My awareness of people
was based on the distinctions between them.

Never ever did I think of human existence.
Due to self-centered sentiments
I had lost proper discrimination
and was intoxicated in dogma.

Forgetting the tranquility of pure thought,
my concentration remained restless.









530

O Lord,
You are the king of all minds!
All are Yours
and You belong to all.
The light of colourful mornings is Yours.

What is this divine game You play,
O entity beyond time?
You bring light into time.

The world is filled with Your beauty
Yet, I fail to understand You.

When no one was there,
You existed
and from single
You became many.

That is why
You are adored and worshipped
by the whole world.









531

O Lord,
when I saw You in the garden of campa',
I found honey covered under petals.

Why did He seem so unmindful?
My hope-filled eyes
had long been aspiring for Him in vain.
And after leaves had fallen,
I set my feet to rest.

Hearing a sound,
I wondered who had come.
My lamp of hope ignited
and became filled with sweetness.
I stepped forward slowly and with shyness.

I hoped that if by coincidence
He would look at me,
then fragrance might emerge
from the petals of flowers.









532

In the rustling sound
of a sweet and enchanting illusion,
the peacock of my mind dances on.

Like a shadow moving through the wind,
my heart desperately seeks Him.

Numerous times did I come and love,
yet, You did not come into my fold,
You did not sit on the seat of my heart.

Today, amidst the sunshine
that lies in laps of clouds,
I silently call You in my heart.

I can no longer bear the torture
of searching You time and again.
Today, pour out Your flow of mercy,
and come close to me.









533

Today, on this deeply dense and rainy night,
my eyes won't fall asleep.

Thinking about You,
my heart loses itself in the flow of water.

If, secretly, You had come
with silent steps,
I would not have noticed anyway, amidst these stormy winds and rainfalls.

O Lord, You know everyone's mind,
please accept this one request of mine:
This river of tears
that flowed due to my crying,
merge it into the ocean.









534

O Lord,
with sweetness-filled affection,
You came into the core of my mind.

Arranging nectarial essences,
and emanating fragrance,
You smiled at me.

The gently blowing breeze of spring,
respectfully sang over the earth.
By a gentle touch,
You intoxicated all in rhythm and dance.
You came to pour honey unto eveyone.

On Your face, that expressed so much charm,
appeared the desire for something great.
With an enchanting smile and a vibrant flute,
You loved all equally.










535

O Lord,
my love is for You only.

With hope, I am awaiting You,
decorating my house with incense and lamps,
keeping awake the whole night.

Many ages have passed in forfeit hope,
Many stars have set in disapointment,
and yet, I am still awake
expecting the unrealisable.
Won't You understand my pain?

The light smiling beyond a dark night,
the moon appearing beyond the moon,
the smile returning to a defeated heart,
this divine play, liila',
is not made to be understood.








536

The young sun,
agitated by Your rhythm,
is leaving its laziness.
What illusion is this?

Piercing the bosom of a dark night,
light appears, destroying all inertness.
Floral buds bloom smilingly
and deep slumber is broken down.

All impact of idleness is now removed
by Your lukewarm flow of affection.

Dying beings regain life.
Inquisitive hearts attain satisfisfaction.
Those desirous of salvation,
attain it, O Lord,
by Your noncausal grace.







537

O Lord,
when attuning rhythm to Your tune,
it slips away again and again.
Tell me why?

Why do you delude
those who love You?

I see You
in the mirror of my mind,
in the soft water of the stream
and in the blue sky.

I love You and never forget it.
In the sweet pollen of flowers,
in the affection of my heart,
and in the garden of my mind,
emerges but the thought of You.









538

O Lord,
in which light-radiating bygone morning
did we see one another?
I am unable to know or remember it
whatever the circumstances be.

I was arrogant due to pride,
cultivating suppressed knowledge
and truncated intellect.

I did not bow down
due to shame and fear
that I may understand
and come to know You.

Even after intaking philosophy,
I did not attain You
but realised instead
that science had destroyed humanity.

In totally surrendered devotion
I finally found You in close contact.









539

O eternal companion,
by Your radiant beauty,
the earth became bathed in light.

Sleeping hearts were awakened
as You provided the gift of consciouness
to inert, inanimate beings.

Seated on the lotus altar of intution,
You snatched away the threefold pains,
and filled life and blood
into those neglected and defamed.

When human beings forget the proper policy,
and indulge in destructive actions,
then ignite Your devastating fire
and bring about that most annihilating earthquake.









540

O Lord,
nobody knows
where You have been
and where You dwell.

Let those who long for You,
merge with You.

O unlimited one,
You do not come into anyone's fold.

The smile of the moon,
the sandal breeze,
the smiling flower,
the soft sky,
none of them are absolutely perfect.

O Infinite one,
You have no limitation.

Atoms are dancing
within the particles of mind.
At all times, You whistle Your flute.
Your effulgence remains immeasurable.










541

O Lord,
why do You remain silent
on this ever-resonating morning?
Share with me Your mental feelings.

Why do You keep Yourself away from one
who has offered his everything to You?

I have poured out the nectar of my life
into the blue sky of this moonlit night
and have turned deeply black
in the darkness of nights.

Over and above praise and eulogy,
I attuned my tune to Your melody.

You are the smile of my flower
and the enchanting flute of happy days.
You are the festival of light
in sorrowful nights.
My everything surrounds You.









542

I am a goose / swan?
of the vast blue sky.

All distant events
lie individually and collectively within me.

On a dreamy moonlight night,
I fly into the blue sky.
In the resonating breeze,
flowers smile,
as I fill joy into them.

I never lose my path.
My Lord remains with me,
as companion in storms and typhoons.

In the magnificent great sky
the beauty of effulgence takes shape.
In that stream, I keep on floating.

In my beauty-marked eyes
there is no sleep.
I constantly look unto my destination,
nesting throughout the sky.

The one for whom I remain ever intoxicated,
accompanies me always.
I am never alone.








543

For whom does my mind become restless,
my heart overwhelmed?

Neither have I seen nor recognised Him.
Who is that unknown sympathiser?

He remains hidden, seated in the depth of my mind
where He keeps all knowledge stored.
He maintains His identity covered with the pollen of life
and smears onto Himself all its sweetness.

The one whom I have unknowingly loved,
has churned away all my nectar.
With the lamp of intution,
He has removed darkness,
and shown truth to me.

The dark flow of blind attachment
has lost itself in effulgent light.
The flow of intution spread forth.

All desires and attainments,
all taking and giving,
merged and became one.








544

O Lord,
what sort of divine game and play (liila') is this?

Even though You are the vastest,
You reside in particles.
In a formless form,
You steer Your boat.

In the depth of mind,
in the soft breeze,
in the pollen of flowers,
in the deep blue sky,
You remain.

Into whichever direction I move,
there is no place You are not present in.

You overwhelm the person
who tries to think about You.
There is no limit nor boundry to Your love.
You glorify both smallest as well as biggest.

Take me onto Your lap
forgetting all discrimination,
and pour out Your grace
from Your soft lotus hands.







545

O Lord,
You are non-decaying,
eternally young
and indestructable.

On Your lips a smile is always present.

Without giving way to obstacles,
You move forward, on Your path.

Day and night,
You remain engrossed
in Your divine game (liila').

You entertain neither distinction,
hatred nor negligence.

Your intensely merciful eyes
are absorbed in sweet affecton.

That is why,
I love You so much.
You understand very well
to what degree a person invites sin.

Even so, with a heart full of nectar,
You call one and all
to remove their darkness
with Your golden effulgence.








546

O Lord,
You came,
along the path of the sun,
and shook my white hundred petalled lotus.

Awakening rhythm in my mind,
You smiled in the morning light.

The buds of flowers bloomed with thrill.
My deserted heart started dancing.

By the soft touch of Your sympathising mind,
You provided melody to my song.

You provided consciousness
to inert matter,
and life to sleeping beings.

With a sweet, enchanting,
and affectionate smile,
You drew everyone close to You.









547

O Lord Rudra,
by Your high rhythm,
the sea waters became violent.

On dry branches, buds appeared,
and a flood was brought about in the split river.

Lost hearts regained strength,
lost flowers refilled my tray.

By the rhythm and melody
of songs that once were lost,
my mental lotus re-oscillated in heaven.

Everyone heard the new maxim.
The new world became decorated with shades.
A new mission of work was completed on land.










548

O my eternal companion,
I have constantly been searching You
in my mental garden.

My decorated and love-smeared eyes await You.

All the trees and creepers
are ladden with fruits
and bow down at Your feet.

The flowers, fragrant with enchanting impulse,
are all covered with sweetness, expecting You.

The sandalwood forest spreads out fragrance
and the cuckoo sings on.

My beautiful peacock rings a jingling sound.
It spreads its tail
and keeps dancing, its lonely dance.








549

O my most beloved one, come!

Make my hard heart soft like a flower,
kindle light and remove my darkness.

The flowers that never bloomed on hard rock,
let them bloom on the earth's soft ground.

The fruits that never grew in the desert,
let them grow in beautifying greenness.

Assign to me the work of Your choice.
I carry out this prayer in salutation to You.

As yet, I did not act according to Your wish,
neither did I dress in a way to Your liking.

I did not know the difference
between proper and improper action.
Today, kindly pardon this shortcoming of mine.








550

O Lord,
if ever You descend,
missing Your path,
then sit down for a moment
and rest in my home.

If ever You look at me by chance,
then kindly gaze at me nicely.

Ages have passed,
lives have passed,
Your silence made me frenzied.

I still do not allow the flower of hope to wither
and continue waiting for You with folded hands.

Tides came into the ocean of beauty,
my garland became decorated with mental buds.

By Your touch,
the nectar in these buds turned fruitful.
O my most beloved one!








551

O Lord,
by Your sweet smile,
flowers blossomed,
and honeybees gathered all over.

On Your bosom the earth is held.

With love and affection,
You awakened life,
and brought consciousness
into the world of forms.

With an affectionate and enchanting glance,
You generously gifted heavenly nectar.

You call everyone with the voice of clouds
and bring sweetness into the mirror of mind.

Amidst darkness,
by Your illusory play,
Your light falls through in luminous flashes.

O formless one,
You came into the sphere of mind
and, in the form of light rays,
passed through each of my pore.










552

O Lord,
You brought about plentiful affection,
and by Your overwhelming touch,
vibrated all with new beauty and love.

You also brought in
a soft, moist and pleasing breeze,
and a fragrant stream of melody.

By Your touch,
my mental peacock started dancing.

Who would ever forget that merciful guest
who came on that day
when soft dark clouds swayed throught the sky?
You smiled, and on Your lips lay music.

Intoxicated by the sweet illusion of spring
my mind floats off into the distant blue sky.
Influenced by Your strong morning light,
it does not desire anything.

What is this affection that You have loved me with?







553

O Lord,
floating into melodies of songs,
into rhythms and dances,
You intoxicated the world.

Into the recess of my mind
and into my mental garden
You induced vibrations.

Come still closer,
come within the fold of touch,
and colour me with beauty and love.

O unseen, spotless one
pause for a moment,
and pour sweetness into me.









554

Who are You,
O anonymous one,
who came from far away heaven
with a call unheard of
and the melody of song,
to break the bondage
of both accepted and unaccepted dogma?

You removed dark fog
and sparked a festival of light.
You removed the distinction
between known and unknown
and filled all with beauty and the colour of rainbows.

Without distinguishing between good and bad
nor white and black,
You poured the light of love into all.

Breaking the demarcation
between what is known and what is unknown
You coloured and unified all.









555

O Lord,
You are the pole star in the distant sky.

Those people, who in life,
have lost the proper way,
are able to return unto it by Your grace.

The forest, the mountain,
the storm-struck boat,
the timid bird flying in the vast sky,
they all, in all the environments,
by Your grace,
attain the correct path.

The mind, that, on a shoreless path,
becomes restless
due to grief and suffering,
finds proper direction.

O Lord, come closer with a sweet smile
and a soothing touch,
and remove quickly all my agonies.









556

O Lord!
You are the gem of my eyes.
I did not recognised You earlier.
You were within as well as around me,
but I did not look at You.

The gust of winds and storms broke down,
my everything floated away in heavy rains.
Yet, You did not go away leaving me alone,
but continued staying with me day and night.
I was not aware of that.

You applied balm
on the wounds of those neglected.
You brought back honour
to those who lost it.

You never hated anyone nor anything.
And thought You did not talk to me,
You never left.
I could not accept this.










557

O Lord,
why play Your divine game
if You not even intend to come into my fold?
You fill tears into the eyes
of the one who loves You.

Why do You push with Your feet
and move far away from
one who worships You
in the sunrise of the eastern sky,
and performs rituals
in the evening's crimson colour?

I survive with the hope of achieving You only.
I continue fighting darkness.
This longing of mine is not unachievable,
my darkness will one day be over too.










558

O Lord,
I cannot forget
the oscillation You bestowed upon me
at the root of my life.

For You I have decorated
all my belongings' essence.

I was lying in a corner,
my life deaf and dumb,
when You secretly entered
the depth of my heart.

This arrival of Yours
is not without reason.

You bestow oscillations
into this world
at every moment.

In this world of light,
I was wrapped up
in a dark costume.

In all thoughts and actions
Your rhythm sounds.

I never heard of You nor saw You.
As my slumber crumbled,
I understood Your divine game.







559

O Lord,
I am unable to forget You.
Not even do I think of forgetting You.

You are my companion in nights of sorrow.
To Your affection there is no comparision.

You seem a lost heart full of impatence,
and yet You are the sweetness-smeared heart of my heart.

You do not forget those
who under the spell of delusion
move along the wrong path.

You are the sweetness of the human mind,
and the beauty of a sinless heart.

If anyone happens to become intoxicated by pride,
You repeatedly direct that person
to move along the righteous path.








560

O Lord,
on a brightly illuminated full moon night,
I attained You in my mind,
along the tinkling strings of my viin'a' (lyre).

In the soft breeze,
of a sweet dream,
You wore a floral costume,
and wandered amidst the murmuring sound
of a forest path.

In the ocean of my mind,
waves began to sway,
and became coloured with Your colour.

From Your heart
the nectar of love poured out,
and flashing light
dyed in red,
removed all darkness.

By Your touch,
my reactive momenta,
accumulated throughout ages,
vanished away.








561

O Lord,
with a gem-like sparkle,
and a flower-like smile,
You came into my sweet garden
on some long-forgotten spring season.

For ages, renouncing everything,
I was waiting for You, counting time.

So many sandal breezes
have gone with the wind.
Much sandal fragrance
has been blown away.

Many a times
my morning star faded away.
Many a days
passed by unnoticed.

The sweetness of my mind has been lost.
My mental river has dried up.

In my mind,
my viin'a' cries out:
"O Lord, come again,
come naturally by Yourself."








562

Amidst expressions,
I found You.
O consciousness beyond forms!

Amidst thoughts,
I observed You.
O consciousness beyond the mind!

The ocean waves
surrender at Your pink feet.
At the base of Your altar,
my mental offerings are kept decorated.

You existed in the past,
You exist now
and You will remain in future
as source of all effulgence.

When fields are covered
with the load of autumn flowers,
when the cold wind of winter,
plays its vibrant game,
in that environment,
remain ever glorified amidst all.








563

O Lord,
appear as flow of effulgence,
and smile with sweet charm.
Love with sweet thoughts.

Even without ideation on You,
You destroy all darkness.

You existed in past,
exist now
and will forever continue to exist
as Lord of all time.

Your infinite and immeasurable
divine game knows no end.
Even though You utilise others,
You nonetheless remain useful to all.

At the end of the day when evening sets in,
and companions leave for their homes,
You are the lonely company
surrounding from all sides.

Even if no one responds to Your call,
You always speak sweetly.










564

Today, my world is full of bliss;
I longed for You,
attained You
and remained in Your close proximity.

My heart is filled with Your smile.
In Your effulgence, my eyes are dazzled.

By Your sound, in this lonely world,
my hopes started dancing to new rhythm.

In the sweet and jingling sound
of Your figurative expression,
my mind oscillates,
ignoring all rules.

The whole of my love was poured out
and fixed onto Your rememberence.

Now, it dances around Your rosy feet
and has attuned itself to universal rhythm.









565

O Lord,
whatever You want,
I shall agree to offer You.

My only demand be that You give me
Your beautiful, pink feet.

Thereby, I shall continue remembering You,
in all Your thought waves
and all Your works.

In Your grand adornment,
all heavenly bodies dance,
radiating the light of crores of suns.

On Your affection-filled eyes
You maintain the mark of love.

You keep my mental arena absorbed
in speeches of sweetness,
that flow from Your nectar-emanating face.

With enchanting adornments
ever remain in my heart,
that I may take Your shelter.









566

Sending out a clarion call
amidst the thunder of black clouds,
who are You who came
on this dark night?

Wearing a frightening dress,
with what hope,
O kind one,
do You engender
meetings of love?

As soon as the loud screaming
of those oppressed,
entered Your ears,
You came to stop that twanging sound
from the devil's bow.

Your poured ashes into the hopes of all those
who, by the power of money and intellect,
were exploiting humanity in varietites of ways.










567

O furious Lord,
by Your never ending grace,
life aroused and filled the world.
Typhoons emerged in the ocean of effulgence.

By the illusion of Your divine game (liila'),
You created this world
and provided life to it.

You entertain no discrimination
between small and big.
In Your mind, everyone lives happily.
Enjoying the love of Your heart,
all bath in effulgence.

O furious Lord,
You put on sternness only to save all.
Under the shelter of that sternness,
You bring about floods
in the ocean of nectar.

O furious Lord
You know how to love!
You, O great one,
hold the world!








568

O Lord,
when I saw You
on that autumn morning,
at that time, the shefa'li flowers
had shed.

The heavenly forest
was intoxicated with fragrance,
and my mind was full of bliss.

You came slowly with rhythmic steps,
charming all
with melody, rhythm and tune.

You poured love into restless minds.
The agitated world found You close.

You poured into the sky,
Your enchanting smile,
as after effect of which
the air became sweet.

That smile went afloat to different countries,
and even an atom got life by its touch.
The earth started smiling and dancing.









569

O Lord,
today, the sky came into the fold of my eyes,
as You arrived with gentle steps.

On dry branches,
buds appeared,
and in the dry stream
a flood arose.
The desert became decorated
with many a colourful flower.

Dark clouds turned colourful,
and my peacock began to unfold its tail.
In all minds,
dry hearts became moist.










570

O Lord,
gradually open my eyes.

I love You so much,
and never forget You.
Why then, do You float me into tears?

I keep sitting by the open door
and maintain Your seat decorated
with insence, lamps and flowers.

Come into my home and sit down,
Stay in my house with grace,
at least for a short while.

I shall always remember You
and remain ever engrossed
in Your name and song.

By meditating on You
and hearing about You,
I shall forever survive.









571

O Lord,
in my sleep,
in my dreams
& while awake,
You are always with me.

Thinking about You,
my mind gets filled with bliss,
as I realise You close.

The flute of the distant heaven
plays its melody within my heart.
Pouring sweetness into life,
it intoxicates all.

My mind begs for Your mercy.
Even when I could not recognise You,
at that time also,
You resided in my heart.

When, in this new environment,
I think about those past days,
my mind starts dancing to new rhythm.










572

My eyes were filled with tears of love.
I did not want to leave nor forget You
but sorrowfully had to let You go.

In those tears my life was contained.
They held requests,
dignity and supressed sorrow.

I did not understand
why You went away,
emptying the heaven of my heart.

My mental bud was full of honey
preserved for You only.

O Lord, controller of the universe,
what for did You go away?








573

Into the sky, so full of thought
and into the vicinity of that thoughtless entity,
I pour out the sweetness of my mind.

On the strings of my lyre (viin'a'),
and in the songs of life,
I find only You.

O eternal companion,
guide me day and night
lead me unto Your effulgent expression.

In the beauty of the infinite,
that floats through finite pollen,
I merge into the unknown.

By continuously reflecting upon
and meditating on You,
I attain You in my heart.

With the hope
that I may touch the Cosmic Entity,
in my minute mental sky,
I arouse conscious
and regain strength.

From the world of forms,
I move to that of formlessness,
and, with heartfelt satisfaction,
cross all lines of limitations.









574

In the illusory flower garden,
the illusory bud
is intoxicated with illusory wine.

In the hot blow of an illusory desert,
sand particles take off.

The enchanting illusion
of the morning sun's crimson colour
dissolves into the evening hue.

Those who come, return singing,
engrossed in sweet delusion.

The controller of this illusory game
softly smiles,
as He intoxicates minds.

Enchanted by this illusion,
the musical octave begins to sing.
And even should its song end,
the lingering trace
of a sweet and illusive after effect,
absorbs all in love.

This ma'ya' (illusive divine play) is not false.
For, its controller remains ever dancing to its actions.









575

Applying a decorative blue mark onto your eyes,
you look into the blue sky.
Tell me, whom are you thinking of today?

On the altar of consciousness,
made of gemlotus,
with what hope do you raise a jingling sound?

Did you remember some past event?
Did some past song appear to you with sound?

Who is that great and superior one,
who made His abode in the sky of your heart?
The expressions of the internal sounds
of the solar plexus,
churned all your thoughts.

Breaking the bondage of limitations,
your mind floats into its mental sky.










576

Today during dawn,
me, a dust particle,
got lost in the ocean of light.

From the unknown
came the outburst of light
and floated me off
into the unknown.

Through ebb and flow
in the stream of light,
He intoxicated
and made me dance.

Forgetting myself,
I totally became merged
in His ocean.

A dust particle
was my small form,
yet, within that form,
I became formless.

The figurative expression and inspiration
of a single entity,
today,
converted many into one.










577

Decorate wholeheartedly the ever new one!
Decorate Him carefully with mental jewellery.

Ignoring the repentence of the past,
accept new rays.

Shake off from Your mental arena,
all torn rags and dogmas.

Colour the mind
with a new voice.
And with colourful words,
colour the whole world.

Do not try to bring back
lost days,
and do not get deluded
by the thought
that the past might return.

With vibrant sunlight,
like fresh tonic,
arouse all.

The forward movement,
announced long ago,
will never stop.

With new uproar
and the rhythm of waves,
fill my heart with new melody.








578

O Lord,
I threaded a garland
of ca'mpa' and bakul flowers
to place around Your neck.
My mind too, I tied to it.

My sister in law had created obstacles
and did not let me pluck these flowers.
I nevertheless went into my garden
and picked them.

It was raining heavily
and the river became flooded.
I carried on walking
and became drenched.

By selling raw mahul,
I purchased Your image.








579

O Lord, do not go away!
Don't You love someone
who so much loves You?

Flowers bloom on my terrace,
light peeps in.

Enjoying the moonlit night,
my mind bathes in Your colour.

Once unknown and unfamiliar,
You are now known and familiar.
Do not You know this?

You are close and dear to all.
You provide hearty sweetness to everyone.
In pain, pleasure and humiliation,
You remain everyone's eternal companion.

Do not forget this fact.








580

Who came
into the heavenly garden,
playing His flute,
intoxicating the mind,
and filling enamouing sandal fragrance
into the breeze?

The anklebell sound does not stop.
It reverberates in my heart,
and makes me dance
to the rhythm, melody and octave
of the seven worlds.

My restless heart does not want to leave,
but longs for more and more closeness.

The controller of this divine game,
by delusion,
smears unto all
the honey of affection.











581

O Lord,
You are sweet,
attractive,
beautiful
and graceful.

By Your touch
the earth becomes filled with charm.

Those who do not know You,
consider You to be harsh.
Those who do not understand You,
mistake You as unkind.

You control all,
You have no controller.
You remain beyond comparison
and higher than the highest.

By Your love and affection
sleeping consciousness arouses.

You control the three principles,
of the illusory ma'ya'.

You are the nucleus of the universe -
Purus'ottama.
You are the remover of darkness.









582

O Lord,
looking at the path
You would arrival on,
I sit, and await You.

Years and ages passed,
there seems no timelimit to my waiting.

For innumerable mornings and evenings,
I have ignored, with a smile,
the grave sounds
of storms and rains,
of the shivering cold
and of cloudy nights.

By Your lively touch,
lotus buds bloomed,
and, in the morning melody,
grass seedlings merged into Your colour.










583

O Lord,
present withing the mind,
You listen to all its secrets.
From You, nothing remains hidden.

You infinately disseminate Yourself.
There is nothing beyond You.

You never forget
even small thoughts or dust particles.
Neither do You forget
distantly shining nebula and stars.
You do not maintain Yourself aloof from anything.

Forgotten springs
and newly bloomed flower petals,
lose themselves in the horizon's wondrous swings.

Where Your existence might not be felt,
I am unable to imagine.

For, other than You,
nothing exists.








584

O Lord,
through vibrantly restless waves,
glittering in the accumulation
of the rays of mind,
You came down from the high sea.

Through the intense rhythm
of frenzied rains
and the heart's love-radiating bliss,
You appeared to me in dreamy intoxication.

Through thunderous roars
through the peacock's call,
through the rapturous fragrance
of kadamba flower pollen,
You came
with ecstatic sweetness.








585

O Lord,
kindly keep on Your lotus feet,
the flowers that bloomed
in the depth of my mind.

Much weeping and many smiles
were poured out from the lamp
that glowed around You.

When, during the serpentine noose of past history,
the light on earth
became destroyed by terror,
Supreme Consciousness (Parama Purus'a) arrived,
to arouse hope on a dumb face.

You came,
churning my heavenly garden.
You keep Yourself surrouded
by the fragrance of nectar.

You never ignore anyone,
Your aspirations are meant for everyone.
With a sweetness-absorbed look,
You draw all into Your heart.

You fill with beauty and colour
the love
that is free from expectation.










586

O Lord of death,
in what sort of Tand'ava dance,
with what overwhelmingly high rhythm,
do You remain engrossed?

With the mark of decoration
and love in both Your eyes,
Your third eye remains glowing.

Under Your pounding weight,
the earth and heaven tremble.
In fear of You
all accumulated sins vanish away .

The Lord of destruction is dancing!

You opened the tuft of Your hair
to spread ashes on the burning forheads
of all those who were polluting Your air,
extinguishing Your light,
contaminating Your pure drinking water
and trying to turn the earth into hell.







587

O Lord,
engrossed in new rhythm,
You created the universe!
What is this divine game of Yours?

With the fragrance of flowers,
You absorbed all in heavenly bliss.
O what type of illusion is this?

How did it happened?
Single handed, it is not possible.
Can creepers, leaves and petals
live alone in the flower garden?

From one to many and many to one,
that is how, He does so much.

By Your rhythm, at every moment,
the measure of time dances on.
All concepts of place and person
become discharged into that rhythm.

In a continuous dance,
it rushes on unto infinity
in search of nectar,
in search of that immesurable and sweetly anointed expression.












588

O Lord,
by Your dance and rhythm,
all atoms and molecules vibrate.
Even stars, the sun and the moon
oscilliate due to it.

You pauselessly arouse
immesurable and unlimited rhythm.

In the hope of attaining Your feet,
with folded hands,
all come close,
bowing down to knee height.

Effulgent rings surround You feet
and nebulas revolve in the milkyway.

The blue sky becomes illuminated by Your light
and its eyes are adorned with decorative marks.

Dhutjat'i *, the embodiment of melody,
with His long tuft of hair,
is vigorously dancing.





note:
* Dhutjat'i is another name for Shiva








589

O Lord,
grace me and come to my home.

I have decorated my altar for You.
I have threaded my garland with sweet malati flowers
and lighted my lamp.

With a heart smeared with mental sandal
and filled with the honey of colourful flowers,
I await You.
I keep waiting with attentive ears
to listen to the sound of Your footsteps.

Oscillating in the restless wind,
my mind become agitated,
and runs out of control,
vibrating to Your ideation.

Kindly stay in my home, O Lord.









590

O Lord,
You never come nor go at anytime.
You have been in the past,
You are present now
and You will forever remain.

In Your mind,
the seven worlds *
are contained
in the flow of Your divine game (liila').

Those who existed crores of years ago,
are still present today,
lingering on in the infinitude of Your being.

Those who are to come in crores of years,
will likewise not remain unattended.

Maintaining all,
You keep smiling.
That is why,
I kiss Your feet.

Those situated crores of light years away,
are not lost either.

They exist in Your mind
dancing to Your tunes and rythms.
You keep them bound
by the attraction of love.

That is why
I bow down before thy feet.





* note: the physical, crude mental,
subtle mental, supra mental,
subliminal, tapah and satya worlds








591

What an affectionate smile!
What intoxication in Your eyes!
What enchantingly illusive flute play!
What sweetness in thought!

After immersing myself
and bathing in the effulgent ring
that surrounds Your feet,
my restless heart is saturated.

I float on,
unmindfully attuning myself to Your rhythm.

Your flower pollen sings on
and, smeared with fragrance,
floats off unto far remote places.

Illuminating the dark night,
luminous stars remain engrossed in Your vibration.









592

O controller of light!
You arrived with a new message.
You loved all with heartfelt affection.

Be they whites,
be they blacks,
be they learned,
be they ignorants,
You fulfilled everyone's needs.

You thought of all
and kept attending everyone.

Pointing out the path on dark nights,
when walking through the rain,
You sing a sweetly smeared song,
and fill all hearts with nectar.








593

O Lord,
You are the singular entity
in the festivity of light.
You reside in the morning breeze
and in the distant sky.

While walking unmindfully on Your path,
I encountered You in a new form.

The river water floods both banks
and rushes upstream in the intensity of love.

By Your love,
sweetness was filled into void hearts.

For the invocation of whom,
has the pious inscription been written down,
in the depth of mind,
with white sandalpaste?

Flashes of light are being scattered
into the chamber of gems
of all minds.

In isolation, the instrument of the heart
is playing an unknown,
yet nectar-filled melody.









594

Who has kindled light today,
awakening tides in the ocean of beauty?

Who has poured out nectar,
engendering a lively smile
in the depth of darkness?

Those who were lying uncared for in a corner,
today, merged into the dust of the earth.
In the intoxication of the new flow,
all artificial distinctions were erased.

The door of the path of light opened up.
An blow of extreme magnitude
struck the deadly slumber.

The bondage of name and form
of those who were living like the dead,
dissolved into formlessness.










595

O Lord,
You came into my mind in a sweet dream.
Into my new floral home
You came with soft footsteps,
and filled my eyes.

At that time,
the flowers were pouring nectar from their pollen,
while birds were singing their melodious songs.

Those who had been separated from their lover
rushed out and in dance moved towards You.

You came into my mind
with sandal breeze.
You came with a sweet memory,
and glittering directions.

With an enchanting colouration,
You bypassed and eliminated sleepiness.

You came into my garden
with the rhythm of jingling anklebells,
resonating to the sound of the cuckoo.









596

O most beloved Lord,
with a sweet face and silent feet
come into my mental garden.

My home has blossomed.
With a smiling heart,
in melody and rhythm,
let me sing my song for You.

In the hope of Your arrival,
I have been surviving for ages.
Expecting You with a heart churned to its core,
I have kept my nectar pot filled.

With pleasing lips,
drink that from that decent vessel
like a bee does from its flower.

The hot sandstorm's sand
won't dry
the liveliness of Your intense flavour.

The thunder's roar in angry storms
won't burn
Your fresh greenness.

On a nimble date in a sleepless night,
I have kept the flame of my lamp burning
to remove my darkness.








597

O Lord,
shall I never ever attain Your feet?

I constantly remember and revere only You.
Why then, do You not come in my fold?

Harassed by constant blows,
I lost my entire auspicious faculty of thinking.

I now resemble a neglected and fallen leaf,
carrying in my heart,
hundreds of thoughts of You.

All those who come,
again disappear,
like bubbles in the ocean of time.

Yet, in the ocean of light's effulgence,
You remain ever present.









598

O Lord,
stay close
and come even closer to me.
Remove the fear that frightens me.

With Your own hands
wipe out all the dust that,
due to my mean actions,
has settled upon me.

Nobody in this world is my own.
My only hope and confidence remain Your feet.
Engraving Your name on my heart,
let me become intoxicated.

Both light of day and darkness of night,
I do love.
Fill all with Your light and touch.








599

O Lord,
the whole night
I have remained awake
spreading out my seat for You.

In my house of thoughts, with love,
I have kept the wick of hope lighted.

With the five lamps of the five fundamental factors
and the fragrant niip flower of this illusive world,
I sit near my altar,
with a sweetness-filled mind
and gentle excitement.

On the path of highest fulfillment
the chariot of bright sun rays advances.
Along the stream of melody and tune,
my empty heart becomes filled to the brim.









600

In the sky of this brightly illuminated crimson morning,
lies scope for intense bliss.

Colouring my eyes with hues of hope,
You attached unto me a steadfast gaze.

Pouring out the irresistible sweetness of nectar,
at times in slow, at times in fast rhythms,
You remain ever awakened
in my charming mental spring.

From the icy mountains, floods descend,
filling both heaven and earth,
and, intoxicating the mind with crystal rays,
finally merge in You.