|
Adverts
About dodrasahib
|
A GREAT THOUGHT FROM PROF.PURAN SINGH.
June 25 2012
A GREAT THOUGHT FROM PROF.PURAN SINGH.
Let the great Ones name Him, the scholars search Him; Let the learned discourse on Him, and the martyrs sing of Him, sitting in flames of fire or offering their flesh to the dagger. Let the lovers call upon Him, the maidens garland Him; Let the saints worship Him, the devotees kiss the hem of His Garment and rub on their foreheads the dust under His Feet. Whatever He may be to anyone else, To me, He is the secret Friend, who comes unseen to me in my dark despair, to wipe a silent tear with the edge of His Kingly robe, And says to me when I cannot listen even to Him, chocked with my own tears, - “I am here by your side, the whole of myself. When no one is nigh, I am for you, O sad sinner! For you in your hour of agony:” Have my whole love, open your heart, and be free, “I strike the fetters of sin off thy soul.” Let the ascetic say to Him, “I bear pain for you” and the yogi say “I lie wrapped up in thought of you.” Let the pious tell Him, “We obey Your Law” Whatever He may be to anyone else and anyone to Him, What of me? I devoid of virtue, merit, or light; Of song or dance or thought; Of the secret vows of piety; or the stilled heart; I, a poor straw-gatherer in the streets of the pleasure of senses; I, aimless chaser of quivering illusions that fly in the trembling colors of the wings of the butterflies that flutter round the maya of life in gay blossom. What can I say to Him? -I, the old pleasure-sipper with the everlasting burden of illusion on my back; I only cast my head down in shame; I stand abashed, away form all in the corner of my own naked self with all its scars and stains! But behold! He comes even to me, as the sun goes down and darkness descends; And as He comes, I burst forth crying; And He consoles me saying; - “Have I been too long away from thee?” |
