Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The high road

(384)  Paoya na paoyay sukhe duhkhe hay

Alas, in getting or not getting pain or ease,
Days pass by with useless deeds.
All around flowers, with what hope do bees
Come and hum so bashfully?

Most beloved of all, duping everybody,
You remain hidden in the core of our being.
We look not internally but rather externally,
In the same manner as the musk deer.[1]

Amid that which won't endure, here and there,
Expecting what, why do people roam uselessly?
Shatter my illusion, and draw me near;
Keep me in Your holy proximity.

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1 comment:

  1. He is the cause of our delusion and also our freedom from it.