Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Behind the scenes

(1604)  Matir pradiip jvaliye rekhechi

I have kept alit a lamp of clay;
Lord, in my clay house on this day,
Naught is there in the world to call it mine.
You are the sole essence I have realized.

There was nothing mine, no, not a bit...
Rapidly I've left behind the phantasm of expectation.
Aspiration or reluctance, success or defeat,
Raving and wailing, they but make me weep.

Alas, with a gentle breeze comes napping on the path;
The fragrance of flowers, it vanishes amid the past.
What I've seen with two eyes and what I've only daydreamed,
With all that, grant embrace inside budding psyche.

1 comment:

  1. I know You make it hard for good reason. Still, let me see You with eyes open.