Translations only
701-800
701
O Lord,
You brought about a touch of supreme energy,
and vibrated all the seven arenas of existence.
By delight and oscillation,
You made us forget all pangs of separation.
The envoy of light reappears again and again,
declaring its message with sweet assurance.
You came in the sunlight of the eastern horizon
and destroyed all darkness.
In Your voice, the trumpet blows.
The sun oscillates by Your expression.
The lotus of concsiousness blooms,
revolving in the light of intuition.
702
O Lord,
by Your inspiration,
the trees in the dry desert
bloomed with flowers.
The dead desert became fragrant,
colourful and soft,
something which I could never have imagined,
and cannot understand even now.
My broken heart started moving anew.
You are the embodiment of all.
You move everywhere.
Although You seem still,
You are fast-moving.
Make the ocean of effulgence restless,
and churn its sweet poles.
703
The dark night passes away,
the moonlit night returns.
One who is bent with the load of agonies today,
will tomorrow be under the effect of joy.
In lost and sweet memories,
in a garden full of fragrant songs,
at the end of whip-afflicted painful nights,
come closer.
Torn rags disappear,
and flashes of light enter my dark heart.
One who is king today,
may tomorrow become indigent,
and today's indigent may be tomorrow's king.
704
O Lord!
Amidst storm,
You are uncontrollable.
In touch,
You are delighting.
You are total hope and love,
You are farthest even if staying close.
You do not want nor take anything,
You simply proceed bestowing uncomparable love.
Your love is not acting
that is why You are my most beloved.
In the cave of my heart,
in the murmur of my mind,
You shine forth,
destroying darkness.
You are the sweetness in my defeated heart
and only my own,
O Lord, only my own.
705
O Lord,
You cannot be comprehended by logic nor reasoning.
You continue singing the message of liberation.
Into this expressed universe full of avidya',
You flow the stream of vidya'.
You never accept defeat from any power
nor do You stop by any hindrance.
You never become distressed and keep on singing:
Victory to Dharma!
You are without flaws,
You are full of consciousness,
You are the basis of all
You are free from all desire.
O Lord of the shelter-less
and shelter of the entire world,
why do You make everyone dance
in millions of rhythms?
Tell me, what do You expect
from one into whose face You look?
706
O Lord,
it would have been better to inform us earlier
about what You had been thinking.
My mind would have been ready in time
if Your intentions had been known.
The earth, bathed in light,
is full of beauty, fragrance and flow.
These factors would have liked to float
in the stream of Your divine game.
The six seasons come and go in rotation
with diversely decorated forms.
They would have attuned themselves to Your melody
had Your imagination been known.
707
O Lord, day and night I wonder
where the end of Your path lies.
I am moving forward
and with the hope of attaining You
will continue to go on.
Above my head is a sky full of stars,
below my feet is a wearied and quivering earth.
The sweetly intoxicating breeze
is gently blowing and carrying fragrance.
I do not entertain sorrows of getting lost
nor joys of finding.
Of all hopes, only one ambition remains:
that I may come close to You.
708
For whom is my restless mind hankering
in rest, dream, sleep and awakened states?
Who is that magician that continues to call me?
The sandal breeze blows in all four directions.
By hand signals, effulgence invites itself
through the gaps of clouds.
Which distant melody are the floral pollen,
absorbed in sweet fragrance, singing?
My mind does not want to stay home;
it does not know
how it is to reply to its caller.
My concentrated, unexpressed consciousness within
wants to convey itself
and break asunder all obstructions.
709
Who is within the depth of my mind?
Who is that who has come?
Who is that in the world of my life?
Who is that who has aroused?
The gate of the dark prison opened up.
Glogmy, dark nights passed away.
The ana'hata (om'ka'ra) sound
resounded in new melody and tune.
Accounts of give and take become meaningless,
and even looking back seems falsified.
He pervades everything inside and outside me.
710
In the formless sky,
kindling light in beautiful lamps,
I am moving forward.
Under smokeless light,
with raindrops,
through threads of lightning,
I string my garland.
You reside in my mental temple,
within the flooded streams of ideation.
Under the shade of leaves,
in lime flowers and lotus buds,
You let nectar flow.
I know that there is beginning after end.
I accept that beauty is located within the formless.
This is why I ever keep Your form
in the bud of my heart.
711
O formless Lord,
Your divine game goes on
in the realm of foms.
Small and big,
meagre and great -
all remain restless
in Your ideation.
In the pollen of the small flower,
in the solid testing stone,
in the dangerous stream of the glacier,
in the volcano,
You keep glowing.
Come to my home,
sit beside me
and fill the lotus of my heart.
With active vigour,
let the world vibrate.
712
O Lord,
I search You only within my mind.
Memories of lost days
that lie suppressed within my mind,
surround me.
Dark clouds come
and again float far away.
The game of light and shade
intoxicates my mind.
Crowds of boats come
and again float away.
I keep on sitting alone
on the bank of river.
Come close and smile with sweetness,
there is no recess
for more divine games (liila').
If You love me, sit beside me.
Do not play Your game of hide and seek
again and again anymore.
713
O Lord,
I lie on the periphery of Your wheel
whereas You are located at its center.
In my home, I live with pain and pleasure
whereas You are beyond pain and pleasure.
I have inclinations, restlesness, love,
joy and tears.
Your seat is above it all,
You remain unaffected by anything.
I bear apprehensions of getting lost,
and the desire for achievement
is also present in me.
Amidst all these hesitations,
the deer of the mind
is carried into dilema.
714
O Lord,
through which distant stream
did You come floating,
pouring honey into the pollen of my heart?
What heavenly message did You bring about
that made us forget all burning agonies?
Today, in my garden, the bird sings.
On my thorny path, the ketakii flower blooms.
The sweetness-absorbed
and fragrant sandal breeze blows.
You came to gratify my heart.
In the cloudless sky stars smile.
What does the cuckoo sing
in the brisk spring?
With what hope does the bee rush about?
Being singular,
how did You convert Yourself
into so many forms?
715
O Lord,
I think of You,
I remember You,
and on Your path I find Your shelter.
Whatever my heart would consider as its own,
on awakening,
was understood not to be mine.
The power of speaking,
egoistic utterences,
eyes fixed on the greatest,
words entering the ears,
the object of meditation -
all these are but expressions of Your divine game.
My mind, running about,
intoxicated by the wine of ma'ya',
was eventually consolidated.
Under the shade of Your grace,
in Your kindness,
and in Your ideation
I surrender all my thoughts.
716
Where the sea of songs
merges into the ocean of melodies, if in that tingling,
O Lord,
I would forever attain You!
I survive
by dancing to the rhythmic flow
of life's currents.
If it dried up,
who would want to stay on this earth?
With love and beauty,
in tunes and melodies
You appear within feelings.
If this stopped,
only the deaf and dumb would be left over.
717
O Lord,
my aquaintance with You,
is not merely a matter of a few eras only.
It is not written down in history
and no one knows about this event.
With the first year,
the first rain appeared.
On finding the sweetness of Your mind
joy came about.
Honey came into the flower first,
and the moon's face became coloured.
The sandal breeze started blowing
with the overwhelming joy of attainment
and the softness of a great heart.
718
O Lord,
for fear of coming into fold,
You have become infinite,
there is nothing left for this to be understood.
You keep Yourself hidden
for fear of loosing Yourself
by mixing with all.
You are hidden in the sky,
in the ocean,
in the depths of the three arenas,
in the air
and in the mountains,
in galaxies, in distant nebula.
To Your love
there is no end.
You are hidden in the lines on leaves,
in intense rains, in the song of clouds,
in destructive fear,
in sweet consciousness,
and in my mental jewel-casket,
Yet, even after knowing this,
I forget.
719
O Lord,
when did I come out
to sing Your song?
I have forgotten that time
and the hue of my coloured thread of love.
By what inspiration and desire
did I continue to look forward?
Probably at that time
the darkness of clouds
or the intense current of flood prevailed.
Perhaps that day,
day and night,
no one was there to look at.
I might have cried out of fear
when looking at the thorns on the path.
Probably, ignoring danger, I moved forward.
720
O Lord,
You are the flash of light
in the dark night,
You are the blooming hundred-petal lotus
on a cloudy day.
You are the message of hope
to the distressed heart
and the shining moonlight
to a broken heart.
How many times did I get lost
and again returned?
How many times did I cry in pain
and again smiled with joy?
Without You there is neither song nor life,
in fact, no resource in the world stands without You.
In a colourful moment,
You came to me in royal adornments,
and then left again,
leaving me a pauper.
Yet, in distress,
You once more overflow with love
and remove my pain,
by wiping away my tears.
721
O remover of my sorrows,
if not You understands
the pain of the distressed,
who else will?
O alleviator of afflictions,
during my hazards,
if not You comes to me
who else will?
All the stars and planets
move according to Your order.
The pole star smiles
as per Your direction.
By Your inspiration,
the sky and the air
are full of feelings of love.
Give me infinite and
immeasurable intuition,
and, with a smiling face,
liberate me.
For those who have none,
You are there,
and shall remain forever.
722
O Lord,
only You are able to understand Your liila' (divine game),
none one else knows it.
Not comprehending the divine play,
I shall aim at its controller,
the Purus'a (consciousness),
the basis of life.
Why does the sun
always rise in the east
and sets in the west,
floating in vermilion colour?
Why does a single moon smile in the sky
on dream-surrounding moonlit nights?
Why does white snow lay its umbrella
on the high peaks of mountains?
Why did the colour of the sky become blue?
Why do emeralds radiate green beauty?
723
Songs will never cease.
In the world of melodies,
I am not alone.
The lamp of life,
is being kept on Your base.
It will never be extinguished.
All existing languages and melodies
have come from You.
All existing songs are Your gift.
The wheels of carts
move by Your greatness.
Your utterance in the great expression,
floats through the notes of melodies,
floats through the musical octave.
Infinite time remains submerged in bliss
in Your consciousness.
724
O Lord,
in the boat of Your name,
my life floats adrift.
I do not want anything from You,
as demanding from You is equal to death.
In Your beauty,
melody and sweet love,
attuning myself to Your rhythm,
I shall sing Your song.
You applied the ointment of knowledge
onto my lazy eyes.
As its after-effect,
I now bathe
in the infinite ocean of salvation.
In Your rhythm, tune,
and loving attraction,
my heart charged with Your melody,
I continue my voyage.
725
Who knows where this path leads to?
The charioteer knows
into which mind, its charriot enters.
The floral breeze
swings in the deep corner of mind.
My lost heart keeps searching,
running about in forests.
I do not find the One whom I want,
yet, my heart constantly remembers Him.
My mind does not remain home.
Time passes by,
while I count each moment.
726
O Lord,
hear my question to You!
O heartless One, listen!
Why do living beings come (to this world) crying,
if they cannot survive smilingly?
Why do insects destroy flowers
and honey is eaten up by black-bees?
Why is laughter not sold in the marketplace
and why does the infant cry round the clock?
Why are some people unable to satisfy their hunger,
while others eat by wasting even rich food?
Why does the beauty of evenings call me by hand signals,
whereas nights are deeply dark?
Why does the mind move towards an undesirable path
when You are ever present?
727
Who is that who keeps singing along
with the evening stars,
calling me by name
with sweetness and affection?
He keeps on rushing and dancing
without being asked to,
and observes me from a distance.
He remains mingled with the rain clouds,
with the winter sky
and the gentle breeze.
He is incomparable,
lying in the intense idea of consciousness,
unable to be caught even by playing tricks on Him.
In the cold and snowy pre-winter wind,
in the inertia of winter,
in the breeze of spring,
in the floral fragrance on mango tree branches
during summer storms,
in the honey in floral fragrances,
He remains.
728
O Lord,
by Your attraction
the stream of my life flows on.
It rushes on,
dancing in waves of various rhythms to Your song.
I moved forward
kissing innumerable hard rocks.
I moved through pebbles, lumps,
and forests full of thorns.
I never found
the end of my journey towards You.
I witnessed
plain and simple lives,
felt the restlessness of the heart,
observed the reverberations
that originate from developing villages,
heard the intense silence of markets after closure,
came to know the agonies of distressed hearts,
and saw the history embedded in funeral ashes.
I move on with all,
on the journey of Your love.
729
O Lord,
at Your feet,
I ask for Your mercy,
that You may come into my vision.
In the life and mind
that were given by You,
show me Your real form
in dream-like vibrations.
The restless stream
that originates from its fountain,
rushes out in search of You.
Today, it does not want anything.
It moves in the sole hope of attaining You.
Let its desire be fulfilled.
When the dawn smiles
at the end of a dark night,
and the crimson morning
scatters its colourful light,
into that effulgence,
let all merge.
730
O Lord,
You are not far away.
Into this mind,
into this song,
into this lively floral garden,
within the core of all,
You smilingly speak.
The stars, the planets,
the sun and the moon,
all move along Your path.
The stars swing in the cosmos
under the influence of Your name.
You dance in all expressions.
In arbours,
in sweet imaginations,
in the spring breeze,
in the flow of rivers,
in all sweetness,
You appear with a smiling face.
731
O Lord,
on this autumn morning,
intoxicating my mind
with the fragrance of the shefalii flower,
You entered my heart.
Into the half-dried up stream of my life,
You aroused tides of inspiration.
You made pollen shiver
by filling them
with the sweetness of the morning hue.
Pouring flows into my dry impulse,
You came with an intense song.
Neither fear of getting lost,
nor ending pause remains.
No such thought lingers on
to frighten us,
for, all end lies in the flow of time.
732
O Lord,
why do You come
if again You have to go?
Kindly tell me
what sorrows You in my home?
On my mental lotus,
I decorated the altar for You.
I coloured it with the colour of pollen.
With a tray,
filled with the sweetness of affection,
I am kindling the lamp of love.
Your ideation is the fragrance
that I enjoy.
The mud that lies smeared
at the stem of the lotus,
on Your arrival,
shall turn into sandal paste.
733
O Lord,
while coming to ask for You,
I mistakenly asked for Your boon.
I went to get the ocean,
but instead I got a drop of salty water only.
I did not understand
the difference between animate and inanimate.
I did not learn to differentiate between
what is pleasure and what is beneficial.
I considered myself wise
for getting the fruit
and leaving aside the tree itself.
Whatever You have given me with Your right hand,
You have taken away with Your left hand.
At the end of all desires and attainments,
on a final check, remains only nil.
You know that today I am with You,
I do not ask for anything,
for, it is Your flute that sings this message.
734
O Lord,
with Your joy and by Your touch,
the earth today started smiling.
In Your rhythm and bliss,
the earth expresses its love by anouncing: "I love You".
In the flow of Your grace and blessings,
the dark fog lifted in mere fractions of time.
Those trying to extinguish Your light vanished away,
and, along with them, heaps of sin.
Thoughts lying suppressed
in the imaginary flower of the mind,
today desended down into the core of mortals.
The kindling of light on earth
merged into the seven realms
and played its flute in unison with all.
735
O Lord,
You are the effulgence of the distant heaven,
You are best of all.
You filled all with affection.
You poured into all the essence of nectar.
You destroyed all dark dirt.
On the high peak of generosity,
with the soft sweetness of murmurring,
beyond pitch darkness,
You are the singular and awakened illumination.
You are the message of hope
to broken hearts.
You are the sweet and soothing clourful wick
in the mouth of the infant.
You pour the joy of attainment
into the heart of a complete pauper.
736
O Lord,
as You have today called me,
how can I stay home?
I cannot understand
what magic pervades Your melody.
In sleep, while awake and in dream
Your flute constantly resounds
in my mental arena.
I want to avoid You but,
as You are seated in my heart,
how would that be possible?
I know only little about musical octaves.
You remain beyond it all, O Lord!
By Your rhythm, song and blissful melody,
You immerse me in higher realms,
transcending this world.
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It is difficult to stay in the house today,
as You have called me.
It is hard for me to realise,
how You are playing magic
in Your ragas and raginiis.
Your flute sings on continously in my mind,
in sleep, dream
and my awakened state of mind.
I want to see You sitting in my heart.
But how is it practically feasible?
Please tell me.
Whatever I know about musical scales is as nothing.
You are beyond the reach of it all.
Your songs and rhythms bring bliss,
and transcend me beyond all lokas.
737
O Lord,
come and sit in my home,
illuminating everything.
By Your touch,
all accumulated restlessness
is blown far away.
In the eastern sky when light radiates,
Your sweetness smiles in water and earth.
Your descend and infinite love
fills my mind and heart.
In the firmament of my mind,
with full illumination,
when I see with sweet impulse,
all my meanness and shortcomings
start dancing around Your greatness.
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You came into my house
and sat down, enlightening everything.
By Your touch, all pollution disappeared.
When Your sweetness laughs
in the land, in the water
and in the eastern horizon's light,
my life and mind become filled
with Your infinite love.
When, in sweet absorption,
I see Your form
in my heart,
all narrowness and imperfection
merge in and start dancing to Your greatness.
738
O my distant friend,
have You forgotten me?
Whom is my lost heart continuously searching?
The bulbul bird does not come
in the floral garden anymore.
The bee does not sit on the floral garland.
And yet, I remain seated, with unknown hopes.
Who is it You call with tinkling sounds?
In action You remain busy day and night,
ever engrossed in the intoxication of work.
Amidst action only I find Your love
and in it, my search for You is maintained.
739
O Lord,
loving You,
I float into an unknown world.
Today, in pain and pleasure,
I have filled my yard with melodies.
With attentive and eager eyes,
I have been looking at You day and night.
Into Your endless arena,
my vision gets lost.
Come, come close,
and, with love, sit beside me.
If You wish,
You may forget me,
but do not forget that I love You only.
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O Lord!
To which unknown world
am I carried away by Your love?
Today I am filled with Your love.
I remain on Your lap,
in Your tune,
and also in Your pains and pleasures.
In which distant horizon,
where only Your infinite loka exists,
did my eyes get lost when visualising You?
With ardent desire,
day and night,
I kept forsaking sleep?
Please come closer,
and sit beside me.
If You wish to forget,
You may forget everything,
but do not forget that I love only You.
740
O Lord,
Your sweet smile floats into the universe.
Rushing with essence of nectar,
it approaches an unknown heaven.
You have swung the divine realm
and made the physical world forget itself.
Looking ahead with non-blinking eyes,
what is it You desire to attain?
Without paying heed to whatsoever direction,
You float on day and night, vibrating minds and hearts.
You pervade the living and non-living worlds,
stable and moving entities,
and the blue sky.
You remain seated in all minds,
singing with sweet resonnance.
741
O Lord,
with flashes of lightning in the clouds,
You came in the dark night.
With unbound love and hope,
You smiled in my mental mirror.
I had been looking at the material world only,
enjoying pleasures in inertness.
I never looked at You even once,
I did not see that You had returned back.
I was intoxicated in the sentiment of self,
loving only selfish thinking.
I did not think that I too am but Your imagination,
for, You exist as the essence of all essences.
742
O Lord,
I recognised You
riding on a bright charriot of effulgence,
in the flow of the distant heaven.
You came floating.
You awakened waves beyond darkness,
and sung songs in the tune of intuition.
You bloomed flowers in the upward flow of my heart,
You came down on this earth.
You do not bear unjust discriminations.
You do not accept distinctions between high and low.
No shortcoming do I find in You,
and therefore forever bow unto Your feet.
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I remember You.
I could well recognise You
when You came in a divine flow,
sitting on a chariot of white light.
You raised waves
on the other side of the ocean,
and sung songs,
that were filled with the jingling sound of divine realisation.
You came down unto this earth
and, by the touch of Your heart,
made flowers bloom.
You do not discriminate between high and low.
Narrow-mindedness can have no quarter in You.
That is why I ever bow down unto Your feet.
743
O my distant friend, come close,
why do You remain far away and alone?
Your victory bugle resounds,
constantly announcing that You belong to all.
Day and night, I am awake for Your arrival.
I am unable to bear this pain any longer.
Clouds drift away
over mountain peaks, and, in the form of water,
return back to the sea.
Do not stay afar, come close.
Let our meeting start in proximity.
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O my distant companion, come near,
why do You remain afar?
Your victorious drum resounds.
I hear that You are for everybody.
Yet, day and night I await You.
I can't bear this pain anymore.
Clouds float far away,
moving from the ocean onto the mountains.
Yet, in the form of rain,
they again return to the ocean's heart.
Like the cloud,
do not remain far away -
come back, come near to me.
Let me begin to look at You from a close distance.
744
O Lord,
ignoring thunders and meteorites,
let us move forward
towards the auspicous world of light.
We shall not fear the thorns on our path,
but uproot and cast them aside.
On our way, how many insects disturb?
In our vicinity, how many devils dance?
Only those who have made their objective a target,
attain their goal.
Although the path is difficult,
we shall trample over obstacles and move on.
The path treaded by wise persons in the past,
has left a flow of bliss.
On that path shall we move,
conveying to all the new message.
745
O Lord,
on a stormy night You entered my alert eyes.
You removed my fear
and told me:
"Do not worry,
I am with you,
I stay with you."
You opened the door that was closed,
and removed its bolt with Your own hands.
You prepared Your own seat,
and sat down in that awful and dark night.
My heart shivered by the charm of this experience.
In my mind it occurred that this period,
should linger on beyond the limitation of time
and not pass away under any cicumstance.
746
O Lord,
You expressed Yourself
in a variety of colours and forms,
the names of which remain unknown.
You radiated waves of effulgence
into the deep and dark well.
By difusing particles
of the effulgence with which You swung the heavens,
You enchanged the world.
You aroused tinkling sounds in every mind
and bloomed in them as a new niipa flower.
The flow of mercy released today,
inundates all mortal minds.
You filled expression,
into dull and dumb faces.
And therefore, with incence and lamp,
we worship You.
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You blossomed in an unknown colour and form;
You spread a wave of light into the well of gloom.
In that significance You have swung the celestial world;
only a particle of that vibration makes the earth forget itself.
You brought a jingling sound into the hearts of all.
You became manifested in a new form,
You became manifested in a new form.
A stream of compassion pours forth today,
overflowing the human mind
and filling the tongues of the ignorant and speechless
with sweet words.
They welcome You with lamp and incense.
747
O my beloved one,
come into my heart!
Be absorbed in sweetness!
Remove all my impurities
and cover me with the shade of love.
The seven spheres of the universe
are not outside You.
You know all my qualities and defects.
Today, I surrender myself completely.
I just want a wee bit of Your grace
and a compassionate look of Yours.
For ages, throughout lifetimes,
I had been moving along the wrong path.
Today, having understood my mistake,
I rectified my error for the first time.
I wish to offer You all my actions and thoughts
and not keep anything to myself.
748
O Lord,
do not forget me!
Forever stay on the lotus of my heart,
providing illumination all around.
The sun that has set
again rises in the east.
The fragrance of flowers that drop below the tree,
dissolves in the breeze.
The night, after its arrival,
again disappears into distant realms.
Yet, in Your mind all is forever maintained.
Your divine game is carried out in light and darkness.
And in their shades,
You keep surrounding me.
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Please don't forget me.
Please stay in my lotus-heart,
and make me all-around enlightened.
The sun which goes down in the western horizon,
will again arise in the eastern sky.
The flowers which fell down beneath the tree,
are still giving their fragrance through the wind.
The night once covered our minds
and left us far behind
but its memory still is alive in my mind.
You play Your divine game (Liila')
through light and darkness.
You have surrounded me with light and shadow.
749
O Lord,
in each flower, Your sweetness exists,
with Your honey, the whole world is filled.
By Your blessings, all fear and shyness is removed,
By Your song, nectar flows.
Distant ones have come close
and have become our own.
Into everything, You have scattered Your mind.
The shy natured person becomes agitated,
and floats in the current of Your love.
By wisdom and intuition, You opened our eyes
and lifted all onto Your lap.
You spread Yourself throughout the universe,
forgetting all binding lines of demarcation.
750
O Lord,
I have come,
wandering through a thorny lane.
I have poured out all that was mine at Your feet.
The path that has been crossed,
the song that has been lost,
I have come carrying the dust of its tune.
The pollen that was absorbed with honey,
the tune that was embedded in my heart,
the sweetness of all these has not been lost until today.
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I have come, I have come
treading a path of thorns.
I have surrendered everything at Your feet.
The path has ended, the song was lost...
I have brought the dust from that path
and the melody of Your song.
The pollen that was mixed with honey
and the tune that was hidden in my heart...
their charm still lingers on.
751
O Lord,
You came without announcment
and went away without informing me.
In what mist did You leave me
and why did You go?
You came with rhythm and melody.
Why did You intoxicate my mind?
You went away,
leaving my intoxicated mind alone.
The garland that lay on my neck,
became dirty with dust.
Did You forget this garland
that now appears crushed?
The tune that was never sung...
the love that was yet to be enjoyed...
why did You forget their beauty and colour?
752
O Purus'ottama,
You came and brought about a stream of effulgence.
Today, the river of bliss
rushes out with dance,
singing and flooding both its banks.
Your song intoxicates all.
The river flows on,
rushing forth with the rhythms of dance.
What did You do,
to win the hearts and minds of all?
Today, my restless heart does not heed to anything.
Its rushing waves do not care for obstructions.
You attracted all unto You,
bringing close both the known and the unknown.
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Nucleus of the universe,
my Lord,
You have come.
You have brought about a flow of light,
a fountain of light.
Today, a blissful stream
is running downhill and singing.
It touches and floods all shores.
It carries everyone
and makes all dance,
in the rhythm of infinite intoxication
all become mad.
What have You done today!
You conquered everyone's mind and heart.
Today, my overflowing heart is very defiant
and the moving current overflows all hindrances.
You have attracted me.
You have brought everyone near to You,
knowingly and unknowingly,
by Your attraction.
753
I have floated the boat of songs
into the ocean of melodies.
Today, none is far,
all are within me.
The entity with diverse colours and forms,
which had not yet come into my fold,
was today attained in the tinkle of melodies.
That melody which had not been practiced,
or tuned to the strings of my lyre,
today, that very song, told me:
"In a sweet illusory world I remain secluded,
will you come and find me?"
754
An unknown traveler has come.
He brought about fruits, flowers and greeneries.
The air is saturated with sweet sandal fragrance.
The moon pours forth its light bountifully.
The earth is now overflowing
with the smiles of flowers
that break asunder all obstructions.
Those still under the influence of sleep
should get up without delay.
The star of everyone's eye has come.
He brought with Him heaps of joy.
755
O Lord,
I became acquainted with You
on that dark night
when clouds were rumbling.
That cloudy night's event
I will never forget.
The stars remained hidden
behind the clouds.
The moon lay imprinted
on that dark night's forehead.
Except for the sound of pouring rain
everything was quiet,
and You stood beside me,
O embodiment of consciousness!
Your coming and going took place in darkness,
our acquaintance also was likewise made in the dark.
You came with a lamp in hand.
On account of this
You came into my fold,
due to that light..
O embodiment of beauty!
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O Lord,
on that dark and cloudy night,
I got acquainted with You.
I can never forget that event,
on that cloudy night.
The stars were hidden behind the clouds.
Except the pouring sound of rain,
everything else was quiet.
You stood near me,
O embodiment of consciousness.
You came and went away in darkness
You introduced Yourself with a lamp in hand,
and, in the light of that lamp,
I caught sight of You.
O embodiment of beauty!
756
O Lord,
the fragrance of that path
on which You came,
lingers on it even to this day.
The smile that You scattered,
that vibration dances on even today.
You came through fragrant songs,
rhythms and melodies,
and became mingled with all life.
Why did You gaze at me?
In the core of my heart
that attraction of Yours still persists.
I asked for a wee bit of Your grace,
and attained it.
My ultimate achievement rests in You.
The consequence of this attainment
has not faded away even to this day.
With the hope of achieving it again only, I survive.
757
O Lord,
You swung the world
and entered into its life.
You came down to this world,
for the upliftment of the neglected.
By the swing that You gave,
all creepers, leaves and flowerpollen,
began to sing.
Due to that influence
You descended, filling the earth with beauty.
Into that beauty, You filled sweet melodies.
By Your life, all attained their life.
By Your effulgence,
the world became illuminated.
You awakened the consciousness of those neglected
and made all understand that none is insignificant.
And into this awakening, Your nectar flows on.
758
O Lord,
after listening to my invocation
You finally came.
You are the heavenly, all-granting tree.
Although I am but a dry desert,
You took Your place in my heart.
In front of You
I surrender myself.
I offer You whatever is mine.
Whatever, for so long,
I had considered my own
is now offered to You.
In the far blue sky
Your beauty is expressed,
and mingles with the fragrant sandal breeze.
Whatever distance may exist
between You and me,
let there be an end to it today.
Whatever I have given You is nothing.
Whatever I have received from You
is inexhaustible and immeasurable.
By virtue of Your own quality,
You understand my internal feelings
and fill them with melody.
By Your rhythm and song,
by Your incomparable melody,
You energise the entire world.
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O Lord,
hearing my call,
You came, You came!
You are Kalapatru
(a whishing tree that gives everything You ask for).
whereas I am but a dry desert.
You took Your seat in my heart.
I surrendered myself to You.
I surrendered my everything - whatever I possessed.
Whatever I had for so long as mind -
that much I did not surrender to You.
In the distant blue sky,
in Your smile,
in the breeze,
the flow of Your charming love lingers on.
Whatever distance there is between us,
let there be an end to it today.
Whatever I gave was nothing.
What I got is endless.
There can be no measuring of it.
With Your greatness,
please touch my heart.
With Your songs,
remove the pain in it.
With Your melodies,
fill the universe with new life.
759
The days of Vraja are gone.
Gopa'l of Vraja has left His home.
The sweetness of Vraja
has spread throughout the world,
and has illuminated it.
Yet, in Vraja the ladies
do not light lamps in the evenings,
and in rainy seasons,
the niipa flower does not bloom.
The ladies of Vraja
now do not put on vermilion marks
on their forehead,
but instead, silently weep.
The boys of Vraja have stopped playing.
Their cows do not eat grass anymore.
The shy deer
with enchanting black but sweet eyes
are not seen anymore.
The milkmaids do not churn curd
as they constantly look for the butterstealer.
Bereft of waist ornaments
they today, beat their heads.
760
Due to a gust of wind,
the light of my lamp was extinguished.
Due to intense heat,
my flower withered away.
The decoration mark
to welcome You, has faded.
Where in my mental mirror are You?
I hear the sound of Your footsteps
but do not know,
whether or not You came,
at this last moment.
Ignoring the thorns I stamped on,
in my mind, I continue carrying Your ideation.
The feelings of my heart overwhelm
but do not get the chance to express themselves.
Come in royal adornments,
come with sweet impulse
and illuminate my heart without reservation.
761
By sweetly playing His flute
and by a sweet smile,
who is He who won my mind?
He comes to me without being called,
and doesn't come,
if I call Him.
What beautiful string of love binds us!
Unprecedented is the look
in His eyes and His sweet face.
And in an unprecedented way,
He filled the world with beauty,
and brought about agitation
in the ocean of effulgence.
By holding on to His clean lotus feet
I tolerate hundreds and hundreds of blames.
I do not fear even death
for His altar resides above it all.
762
O Lord,
all my aspirations centre around You.
All my thoughts are directed unto You only.
By bestowing illumination,
You destroy intense darkness.
You love unconditionally.
Those wishing to avoid You,
also have a place in Your mind.
With those who cannot forget You,
You maintain Your conversation.
By Your illusive divine game
You created the world.
From beyond the scope of ma'ya',
You provide inspiration.
You keep everyone absorbed
in various colours and forms,
and yet, You indicate the ultimate aim.
To obstruct You,
the sinners conspire in every era.
763
The unknown traveller has come
and has ignited the light in my hut.
With a smiles that sheds pearls,
whatever He does is done with benevolence.
Removing drowsiness with sweet melodies,
colouring life with the moonlight,
bringing down rain with a pull of love,
He floats in everyone's heart.
He knows how to love all without inhibition.
He does not discriminate between black and white.
He fills all with unbound affection.
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The unknown traveller has come
and lit the light in my hut.
He pours pearls from His smile
and whatever He does is good.
By the sweet tunes and colours of His heart,
and the light of the moon,
He awakens one from drowsiness.
From His love
rainfalls are shed,
and, with that water,
everyone's heart floods adrift.
He knows how to love and makes no distinctions.
He does not care whether one is black or white.
He fills everyone with the endless love
that ever emanates from Him.
764
O Lord,
for You only, day and night,
tears flow from my eyes.
They do not follow reasoning.
What am I to do?
Amidst the raincloud's flashes,
peacocks dance.
You dwell deep within my dark heart,
and I am unable to hold You.
Not being able to attain Him,
I sing my songs to Him from a distance.
Taking Your rhythm and tune,
I shall bring out the voice of the song
from within the core of my heart.
765
O Lord,
I have become Yours,
when You shall be mine?
I dance to Your vibrations,
will not You come into my heart?
In the blue colour of the sky,
stars twinkle,
and remain merged with the sky.
Within the stars also resides a sky.
Alas, who can understand this?
My moist, expanded and dark eyes,
with attachment and affection,
remain absorbed and intoxicated.
Preserving the feelings of my mind in my eyes,
when shall You attune them
to the melody of the infinite?
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I have surrendered my all to You.
When will You come to me?
I am dancing to Your vibration,
and yet, You do not come into my heart.
The twinkling stars in the blue sky
have become one with it.
Who realises that the sky
is also there amidst the stars?
When will You reveal Your infinite capacity to us?
Your cosmic mind lies reflected
in all Your expressions.
Your eyes,
are so deeply bright, wide,
illusive and full of affection.
766
O Lord,
in Your love,
in the hope to attain You,
I am ever ready to fight hundreds of obstacles.
While I sing Your song
and await You,
while I think of You,
my days and nights pass by.
I do not know whether or not You love me,
I do not know whether or not my pain
is reflected in Your heart.
But I do know that You are the essence of all essences.
Other than You nothing else is to be known.
And therefore to You alone my salutations are directed
hundreds and hundreds of times.
You exist invisibly in all three worlds.
You poured forth the stream of heaven.
In eternity You move with all,
without ever becoming tired nor stopping.
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In order to love You and attain You
I am ready to combat hundreds of obstacles.
I keep thinking of You
all night long.
I look at You and take Your name.
Whether or not You love me,
I do not know.
My pains echoes in Your heart.
In my life,
You are my one and all.
Except You, I do not know anything.
I constantly bid salutations (pranam) to You.
You always remain in the three lokas.
You have merged Yourself
in the current of the divine flow.
You move with all,
at all times,
without fatigue,
and You never stop on the way.
767
O effulgent one,
reveal Your form to me,
in the ocean of light,
in the eastern sky.
You are worshipped by the heart
and adored by clouds.
You talk with a sweet smile.
The door to Your abode remains ever open,
and Your invitation to enter it
is liberal and immeasurable.
You pour beauty into everyone's mind.
Yet, You remain unseen.
You exist in hundreds of forms and colours.
Your cart never stops its movement.
In Your divine game
You keep Yourself hidden from all.
And yet, You sing Your songs
within everyone's heart.
768
O Lord,
churning the human intellect,
You appeared in the form of light.
You washed away all dirt
by pouring forth series of waves
from the ocean of effulgence.
By wringing the heart,
so full of feelings,
You created a reservoir of nectar.
By bringing about
a new taste and sweet fragrance,
You aroused hope for living beings.
You gave everything,
and yet,
You did not give Yourself.
You remained hidden from all.
In the universal melody,
within and beyond the psychic arena,
You spoke a heavenly message.
769
O Lord,
with a jewel box of songs
on a colourful morning,
You lie behind all.
In a golden period,
in the blue sky,
in the assembly of stars,
You smile.
That smile rushes off far away,
drawing hearts into endless infinity.
In all worlds,
in all feelings,
You fill hope,
and dance.
A wee bit of Your love,
poured into the ocean of effulgence,
produces sweet oscillations in its tides.
You float on,
vibrating the sky and the air.
770
O Lord,
relying on You only,
my boat floats on.
My days pass by taking Your name only,
remembering You time and again.
You are the polestar in the dark night.
You never make anyone deviate
from the right direction.
Even in rain, clouds and storms
I essentially look for You only.
By our strength,
I cross harsh mountains and high peaks.
Keeping You in my heart,
worshipping You,
I fear not frank speaking.
In the misery of bad days,
in the fulfillment of good days,
You ever surround me.
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O Lord, by relying on You,
my boat floats on.
My days pass by taking Your name,
remembering You time and again.
You are the polestar in the dark night;
You never allow me to deviate.
Even in rain, cloud, and storm,
I look for You only.
Rugged mountains and high peaks,
I cross by Your strength.
Keeping You in my heart,
worshipping You,
I do not fear in speaking boldly.
In the misery of bad days,
in the fulfillment of good days,
You surround me always.
771
O Lord,
come into my mind with rhythm and song
come in seclusion into my sweet canopy.
The stream of my melody
flows on with the essence of nectar.
You only are my aim,
no one else.
My expressionless feelings stay with You
and wander about,
searching for language in the world of abstract.
In Your ideation,
my days pass by.
I merge all feelings of pain and pleasure in You,
into Your beauty, colour and love.
O wishing tree of all meditations!
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O Lord,
please come into my mind.
Come in rhythm, songs
and in sweet atmosphere.
Come when I am alone.
The flow of tunes moves on with sweetness.
You only are my goal, none else.
Ideation is embedded in this flow,
and, unhindered by my interfering,
finds expression in divine realms.
In Your thought
my days pass by.
Pleasures and pains
become one with You,
become one with Your form and melody.
O Lord,
giver of all fruits of my desires,
In deep contemplation
I become one with You.
772
O Lord,
with the waves of melodies,
with enchanting hues,
how did You colour the world?
Please tell me.
With sweet limbs,
in charming bendings,
You continue playing Your divine sport with all.
In moonlit nights
and in the crimson hue of golden dawns,
You intoxicate the world.
With cupped palms,
full of campaka buds,
You touch everyone
and make them Your own.
With rhythm,
You vibrate the psychic arena.
With rainbow colours,
You paint the sky.
You remain hidden
behind everything,
Your divine game is wonderful.
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O Lord,
with waves of melody,
with enchanting colours,
You coloured the world.
What for? Tell me.
With sweet limbs,
in charming bends,
You continue playing Your divine sport with all.
You intoxicate this physical world
with moonlit nights
and the crimson hue of golden dawns.
With cupped palms, full of campakA buds,
You touch everyone.
With rhythm, You vibrate the psychic arena,
and paint the sky with rainbow colours.
You lie hidden in all expression,
Your divine game marvels me.
773
O Lord,
the bakula flowers have all withered away.
The lamp of hope has become extinguished.
The fragrances of flower pollen
have drifted away.
Your divine game goes on
in light and shade.
You constantly play with all.
Sometimes You fill us with honey,
sometimes You take away our everything.
Now that the flowers
have withered away,
I shall get fruits.
The wheels of Your cart
go on revolving continuously.
But joy and sorrow alternate.
As I know the cause that lies behind it all,
I am not surprised.
Look, the bakula flowers that withered
have again taken shape in Your garland.
774
O Lord,
expecting You,
I have been counting days.
You did not see
the heaven in my heart.
My sorrowful mind
wants to come close to You, but cannot move.
The Yamuna' river of my heart has dried up.
My inner strings have broken.
The pain of not attaining You
expressed itself in eyes filled with tears.
But You did not understand it.
You just moved on
with the rhythms of dance, ignoring my estranged heart.
Flushing away my tear drenched words,
You do not listen
to the words of my inner heart.
775
O Lord,
You blessed my life
to worthiness,
by pouring into it unlimited love.
You filled it with pleasure
by adding to it rhythm
from Your uncomparable delusive game.
O my companion,
You brought to me the honey of affection,
only to fill me with the illumination of ideation.
You filled me with unending vivacity
and made my heart overflow.
You never want nor take anything, and although You know
the hundreds of defects in me,
You don't treat me inferior.
You gave instructions to follow a straight path.
You flowed a current of effulgence,
and kindled an infinite number of lamps.
776
O Lord,
if anytime my heart should break,
come and stay nearby.
If the darkness of sin endeavours to bury me,
surround me in Your illumination.
In the rainy night and in stormy winds,
if, due to fear of danger, I cry,
sweetly touch me with Your hand
and glance at me with love.
My days come and go like series of rays.
My stream flows into the edge of Your ocean.
Provide a place for me in Your boat,
and, in the flow of a unique melody,
absorb me in sweetness.
777
O Lord,
relying on You only,
in the midst of the river,
the boat of my life floats on.
It does not pause due to opposition,
neither does it scream.
O ocean of kindness,
You are the solution to every problem.
I therefore always remember and worship You.
With Your blessings,
I move on forward and smile,
carrying with me a wee bit of Your grace.
By Your melody and rhythm,
by Your love,
sweetness accumulates
in the pollen of my heart.
Taking Your name,
singing Your song,
I understand You as only essence.
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O Lord, relying on You,
in the middle of the river,
the boat of my life floats on.
It does not pause when encountering opposition,
nor does it scream.
O ocean of kindness,
You are the solution to everything.
Hence, I always remember and worship You.
By Your blessing, I move forward smilingly,
carrying the wee bit of Your grace.
By Your melody and rhythm,
by Your love,
sweetness is accumulated
in the pollen of my heart.
By taking Your name,
by singing Your song,
I realise You as essence.
778
O Lord,
You came to my home
but why did You leave?
If You had in mind to go away quickly,
why did You come in the first place?
As the stars flash in the cosmos,
so did You illuminate thousands of rubies.
Circling around me,
they all wonder
why I let You go,
they all desire
You to come again.
The night jasmine flower cries
and is smeared with dust.
Under the load of dewdrops
it is unable to speak.
The lotus flower does not bloom
in the pond anymore
but cries even now.
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O Lord,
O Madhupa!
Please come closer to me.
You see, my honey is slowly disappearing.
You are the moon of the sky,
whereas I am but a lamp.
In the blueness of the great sky
my light fades away.
My accumulated honey is for You only,
O companion!
It is a recollection of every moment.
My deprived heart longs only for You.
It anxiously awaits You each and every moment.
You did not come to sustain me.
Yet, thinking of stories of You,
my mind rushes towards limitlessness.
In this great sky
the flame of my hope is very insignificant.
Yet, You know my love is not negligible.
You did not come to love me,
You did not come to let me know
that nothing ever disappears.
779
O honeybee,
come close to me.
Look,
today, my honey is getting consumed.
You are the moon in the sky.
I am but an earthen lamp.
My light loses itself
in the blue sky.
My collection of honey,
accumulated moment after moment,
O friend, is for You only.
My deprived heart,
constantly restless,
wants only You.
You did not come
nor did You allow me to come near You.
Thinking of You,
my mind rushes off unto infinity.
In the great cosmos,
the lamp of my hope is very meagre.
Yet, it is not insignificant.
Know it to be my love.
You did not come to love me.
You did not make me understand
that nothing ever ends either.
780
O Lord,
in which past, with the sweetness of mind
did You created this beautiful world?
By Your intutive power,
O cosmic ocean,
the stars started shining in the blue sky.
By the force of Your mental wind,
my boat floats upstream without inhibition.
In Your cyclic illusive game,
by Your illusive playful expression,
You filled energy
into each and every pore.
You existed in past,
You exist in present,
and You keep drawing the sketch of the future.
You are song and love of all.
In sweet remembrance,
You enter into all hearts.
781
O Lord,
I become enchanted,
witnessing Your divine game.
In Your game I lost myslef.
O Lord of the world,
how much do You know?
How much have You
created and destroyed?
I got entangled in Your great ma'ya'ic web,
but by Your grace
I was able to again free myself from it.
O beloved one,
You provided shelter to all life.
I cannot think of anything but You.
By Your love,
I attained You.
I therefore express at Your feet
my countless salutations.
782
O Lord,
tell me,
who is able to recognise You?
You move forward on Your own path
without ever halting due to whatsoever obstruction.
You always stay with everyone
and never hate anybody.
Being helpful in all good actions,
You kindle light in each mind.
In the intense sun,
in the fiery heat,
in the chilliness of snowy mountains,
in the blue sea,
in mirages,
everywhere...
You remain ever vibrant.
In the shade of trees
and in the illussive mirage,
You pour nectar into human hearts.
783
O beloved one,
to attain You only I survive.
O dearest friend,
the honey of my heart,
day and night,
flows out for You.
The kanak campa' bud
pours out its fragrance,
and conveys Your words to my ears.
Towards evening
Your intoxicating fragrance expresses itself
in garlands of juhi and bela' flowers.
The ketakii (screwpine) and niipa flowers
in the rainy season
and the shefa'lii flowers in winter,
with intoxicating fragrance,
all talk about the same matter in a sweet breeze:
that You are the glittering nucleus of all love.
O unknown friend, I do not know Your name.
784
O Lord,
in the hope of attaining You,
in the hope of finding You close beside me,
I draw Your image
in my mental mirror
and my sing song to You.
With sweetness-absorbed eyes,
soaked in the nectar of affection,
You looked at me.
Never will I forget this incidence.
Time and again,
I came to this earth
to work for You.
I don't remember where I went,
after completing that work.
I came back
and heard Your flute.
Responding to Your call,
I keep singing Your song.
785
O Lord,
with hope and for You only,
I have come
to love You
and to be near Your feet.
You filled the world
with Your sweet and divine game.
And yet,
You keep Yourself hidden behind all.
You smilingly call from the distance.
Observing Your unlimited beauty,
and the smile on Your lips,
my mind and heart lose themselves,
and I float adrift in an unknown stream.
786
O Lord,
You came into my heart.
My heart had been burnt by the flames of fire.
You arrived like a cool breeze and smiled.
In the adornments of fierce wars,
in the desert fire,
in thunderous sounds
in raucous shouting,
You filled the sweetness of flowers.
The dry grass wept
with the humiliation of disappointment.
It wept silently and tearlessly in isolation.
After losing everything,
You bestowed the joy of attainment,
filling it with universal melodies.
787
O Lord,
You are the base of all ideas.
In Your name, I become intoxicated.
I constantly strive at finding You
intimately in my eyes.
Your beauty fills the entire world.
In Your loving melody,
minds turn blissful.
All musical rhythms and tunes
appeared on this world,
only to obtain mantras from Your mouth.
On the first day,
when the sky became filled by Your light,
darkness vanished
and closed prison doors opened up.
788
O Lord,
on which cart did You leave,
piercing my heart,
and churning the core of my being?
In the distant blue sky,
in wind,
in fire,
in which distant and shadowy path?
You came in a flash of light
and came alone.
You won the heaven of my heart.
With Your own hands
You kindled a dreamlamp
in my utterly black heart.
You went away,
leaving behind a sweet fragrance.
You opened up my blinded eyes
by marking a line of illumination.
With the sweet and loving memory
of that gentle breeze
I survive,
day and night.
789
Unknown traveler,
I love You.
You pour into this earth
the effulgence of life,
and destroy deep darkness.
The seven colours
of the sun's cart,
that shine in the eastern sky,
are the colours of Your mind.
The form, that rises into eyes floating,
is the expression of everyone's smile.
Into the heart of the inertia stricken earth,
You filled a shiver of light
that spread forth in a multitude of directions.
You move on smiling,
awakening the earth,
and floating adrift into the endless cosmos.
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Unknown companion,
I love You.
You shower the earth with the effulgence of life.
You annihilate cimmerian darkness.
On the solar chariot of seven colours,
on the eastern horizon,
the beatitude of Your mind charms my eyes.
Indeed is it the joy of all lives.
On the bosom of the earth,
which was spoiled by static drowsiness,
You emanate waves of effulgence.
In all directions,
You continue awaking,
and with Your laughter,
flood this endless cosmos.
790
O formless Lord,
awaken Yourself
as a shining and beautiful form,
disseminating a steady effulgence.
In the expectation of Your attainment,
numerous living beings,
day and night,
with sleepless eyes, remain awake.
I send out my salutation
in the form of songs.
I salute towards the eastern hills,
on this crimson dawn,
where I would expect Your arrival.
Come secretly,
come silently by foot,
with a lotus flower
holding its stem in Your cupped palms.
I heard of Your attributes
in the scriptures.
With my eyes,
I see the outline of Your beauty.
I love You.
Pour more illumination into me,
and fulfill my being
by making me Your own.
791
O Lord,
You came with enchanting rhythm,
melody and tunes!
What sort of illusory web did You create?
You left, taking with You the core of my being
and not pronouncing the last word.
The distant nebula is painted with sandal paste.
It is there
that my mental peacock spreads its wings.
What sort of nectar did You pour,
into the garden of words, into each and every bush
and into mental temples?
Come into the frenzied wind
that my mental bee may rush unto You.
The lost memories of my past,
I shall offer You.
O eternal bestower,
You float all pains of my heart into the unlimited.
792
O Lord,
if You love me,
come.
Should You start considering
my good and bad qualities,
You won't find even the trace
of any good quality,
because there is no trace
of whatsoever good quality in me.
My garden is full of thorns;
there are no flowers in it,
only numerous buds.
If You come,
those buds will bloom,
and in their petals,
You may dwell.
I have neither attachment nor love.
The pollen of my life
does not float in the air.
By Your touch,
they will vibrate,
and, in their fragrance,
You shall smile with delight.
793
O Lord,
in the hope of Your arrival,
I sit and wait.
When shall You come?
With the mental agony
of having lost my companion
and a heart filled with pain,
I await You.
Your touch
and its succeeding shiver
vibrate all three worlds.
The bud of flower
quivers with stupor.
It cannot remain tranquil.
O Lord,
You are the beloved of all.
Please take everyone's heartful of love.
Amidst a crowd of lights,
You swung the world
and coloured the divine game of forms.
794
O Lord,
I do not know You,
and yet,
I love You.
The sweetness of Your beauty
makes smiles bloom
in the garden of sweetness.
Imagining me and You
clouded in a sandal breeze
in a sweet night,
intoxicated by the moonlight,
I attain peace.
It is with such a hope
that I have come onto this earth.
Rowing my boat day and night,
with tired hands,
I express my salutation to You.
To You I offer
the assortment of my mental flowers.
795
O Lord,
on that dreamy night,
with drowsy eyes,
I saw You
in the reflection of Your light.
On that illuminated night,
there was no one
to sit near You
nor to communicate with.
You opened the bolts of my windows
and entered the room,
infusing it with new life.
The intense darkness
that I was dwelling in,
became filled with the beauty of illumination.
You told me that all are Yours
and that there should be no reason
for wasting one's time crying.
One whose tears flow on ceaselessly,
is to cry only for the attainment of his/her goal.
796
O Lord,
in this divine play of Yours,
You have now come within my reach.
Even should You wish to hide,
You would lose.
Day and night,
people find and understand You.
They realise that You fill
the physical, psychic and spiritual arenas,
that You fill the dust of earth and heaven.
When the sandal breeze blows
and the moon spreads out its illumination,
a dream world enters my heart, and in it,
I become filled with Your ideation.
797
O Lord,
I love You.
For Your sake,
I am ready to do anything.
In Your tune and rhythm,
by Your love,
I surrendered
and became Your follower.
Carrying on my shoulders
the load of pain
of living beings,
I shall never pause
while moving on Your path.
The lamp of my life
shall surely be lit by Your torch.
And therefore, I cannot but salute You.
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I love You and for Your sake,
I am ready to do anything.
At Your tunes and rhythms,
submitting myself,
I have become Your follower.
Carrying the pains and agonies of all creatures,
I follow Your path without ever stopping.
In the lamp of life,
I received the everlasting flame from Your candle.
I remain ever obliged for that
and bow unto You.
798
O friend of the world,
by pouring out a heart full of sweetness,
I shall decorate You.
I shall remain mingled
with each and every body and particle.
I shall remain together with You
that You may not go away.
You are the life force of the earth,
the real value of the world
and the illumination of the universe.
Renouncing everything,
I love You.
I love You only.
I love You
so that You ever remain tied to me
with the thread of love.
799
O Lord,
You are mine,
You are my essence of essences.
You are the star of these two eyes of mine.
In tears, smiles,
happiness and sorrow,
You are ever present in my heart.
To the arbour garden of my life,
You are the lasting spring.
From within my isolated silent heart,
I ever salute You.
Flowing me into tears,
and absorbing me in affection,
Your love overwhelms.
Surrendering eveything,
relinquishing lust,
I lose myself in You.
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Indeed, You are mine, O Lord,
You are my summum-bonum.
You are the pupils of both my eyes,
and, in my tears and smiles,
in pleasures and pains,
You fill my heart.
In my life's garden,
You are the lasting spring.
In the quietness of my heart,
I adore You always,
and constantly bow unto You.
You make one burst into tears.
So affectionate You are,
O embodiment of love.
Submitting my everything,
sacrificing my desires,
I lose myself in You.
800
O Lord,
I desired for You
in form, melody and attraction,
but attained You in love.
I saw You in sweet shivers,
and floated in Your fragrance.
You remain seated with a smiling face,
locating Yourself beyond the known and the unknown.
All my wants and attainments
resonate in the strings of Your lyre.
You are my closest,
You are my own,
no one else is mine other than You.
In the realisation of Your gifted mind and energy,
I beg for Your grace.
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I sought You in songs, forms and rhythms.
I attained You in deep devotion.
Seeing You in ripples of enchantment,
I floated in Your pollen.
Your known and unknown position
is at the highest level.
You always sit in a sweet and affectionate pose.
All my movements and all my thoughts
are but the play of the strings of Your lyre (viina).
You are my most personal relation.
Without You, I have nothing.
You gave me my mind.
You gave me life force.
I need only ask for Your grace.
I need only ask for Your grace.
This is my deep realisation.
