Swami Rama Tirtha Poem: Mount Kailash

O silver coloured peak of the Himalayas! Thou art the mother of Divine Science. May thy lap be ever full; May Giraja ever play in thine arms. Give the monsoons the divine message; When they rain in the plains They must impregnate the corn With the great Truth: ‘I am...

This world is a snare; realise that everything is passing.

21. O Nirbhaya: This world is a snare; realise that everything is passing, passing. Apathy in prayer and. devotion does not become thee. 22. Except thine own Self, nothing is thine. O Nirbhaya, every one cares for his own welfare. 23. O Nirbhaya! Overcome thy thirst...

I am the self in the heart of each living being

I am the self in the heart of each living being; I am the origin, the existence and end of all living beings. I am the sun among the luminous bodies, the moon among the satellites. Among the Vedas I am the Sama Veda, the mind among the senses and consciousness among...

O Omnipotent One, What did I not receive from Thy Grace?

O Omnipotent One, What did I not receive from Thy Grace? Thy mercies flowed without stint But the neck of my bag was too narrow! Without God, life is death, It is not life at all. There is neither verdure in the heart Nor lustre in the soul. Even without Thee, my...

I am the Existence which is never born

I am the Existence which is never born; I am the sea that has no shore; I am the riddle that even the Cosmic Intelligence cannot solve. Some call Me scavenger; others worship Me as Bhagavan (Lord). All attributes are My attributes; Every name is My own. Some worship...

Why be burned and shrivelled in my flame ?

The flame burns and diffuses light. The moths, by a force unknown, Long to love and be united With the consuming flame; poor little lovers! The flame speaks gently, “keep away from me. You do no good to me, Why be burned and shrivelled in my flame ? Live the moments...

The Cry of the Soul

Separation from Thee, O Friend, afflicts me beyond measure, So that even my enemies shed tears of sympathy at my miserable state. I am restless, sleepless, agitated in every way. Neither am I interested in my home, nor has the forest any joy for me. If I express my...

Enjoy the delights of a balanced, equanimous mind

Mind! What a great illusion you are in that you devote your days and nights to the experience of sense pleasures. The world is a mansion of smoke, a mere appearance; it is an illusory river in a desert with no capacity to quench thy thirst. If you run after it again...

Sing all the days of the week the praises of the Lord

‘‘Sing all the days of the week the praises of the Lord, Begin thy Sunday with God's service; Keep the temple of thy heart free from impure desires. Day and night keep thy thought fixed on the Unchangeable One, And peacefully shall the flute play divine music. On...

They have no real home In this fleeting dream of the world

1. The wind of Spring Scatters the cherry flowers In love of them— They have no real home In this fleeting dream of the world. Written by the Priest Saigyo, who was an officer in the bodyguard of the ex-Emperor Toba. Although a great favourite he resigned his post and...

Thou art the eternal Witness As the Veda has proclaimed

Thou art pure unbroken bliss, My dear one, Thou art the eternal Witness As the Veda has proclaimed. Thou hast neither beginning, middle nor end: In that which is eternally pure and ever free Thou hast sown the seeds of bondage. Thou bearest not the faintest trace Of...

I cannot say “I” without Thy consciousness

They ask why I am Thy slave ; My soul, my life, my heart I have surrendered unto Thee. Thou art invisible, unfelt, Beyond the flight of imagination ; No colour, no form, and defying All powers of the mind and speech. I can give no reason why I love Thee, O Absolute....

I melt into the soul of Nature

Fleecy cloudlets purple and silver Sail leisurely on the deep blue ; Breezes charged with the fragrance of roses Sweep over the daisy-strewn lawns. Like contemplatives, the mountains Stand under the sun Calm, serene and fixed in peace. A cuckoo flies from tree to tree...

In thy form see the handiwork of the Creator

Lift up thy mirror and look again and again therein ; In thy form see the handiwork of the Creator. Consider the black moles and the delicate lines of thy face ; Gaze on the curling locks redolent with the fragrance of ambergris. O Rose ! Dwell ever on the radiance of...

When the wick of pride is dry

When the wick of pride is dry, And the oil of worldly love is spent;                   .           » When the drum of boasting is not heard, And the mind is fast asleep ; When the fire of avarice dies out, And the smoke of desire no longer rises ; Then shall a man...

My mind is fixed on the indifferent One

My mind is fixed on the indifferent One, My eyes seek His face, my heart loves Him alone. The ignorant deplore my conduct, They try to draw me from Him—I only weep. The priests and theologians threaten me with perdition, They instruct me in rituals, But what has Love...

The joy of the companionship of God

My heart is set on asceticism. Carrying my staff and manuscript under my arm, I am ruler of half the world. I live on crusts given to me as alms, But I walk abroad like a rich man. O Rama ! the joy of the companionship of God Far exceeds the delight of kingship. by...

Immune am I from your fury.

O icy, stormy wind, blow hard, blow hard; O threatening clouds, heavy and dark, O flash of lightning, quivering like a wave in the sea, O roaring thunder, rumbling over the mountain heights, Flash and crash - Oh, crash now! O storms blow hard, and fast. O breath of...

How hard it is to love man!

How hard it is to love man! He is a monster of ingratitude; He is selfish, vain, uncertain. His word, is to him a wafer; His pledges arc irregular breaths . "How contemptible is man, " Says the worldly-wise Napoleon. Nietzsche, Spengler, Machiavelli Hold man in...

WANTED. Reformers, Not of others, But of themselves.

WANTED. Reformers, Not of others But of themselves. Who have won Not university distinctions, But victory over the local self. Age: the youth of Divine joy. Salary: Godhead. Apply sharp With no begging solicitations But commanding decision To the Director of the...

Yesterday I saw my Lord clear

Yesterday I saw my Lord clear— He was asleep in a garden By the side of a spring. A circle of Houris from Heaven Stood round Him with bowed heads Red tulips stretched away on one side, Jasmin on the other. The breeze tapped gently on His hair Stirring up odours of...

O my mind, who belongs to you and to whom do you belong?

O my mind, who belongs to you And to whom do you belong? This world is a fair, lasting four days only. When Croesus died, he left empty-handed, He could take with him not even a farthing. Everyone departs alone—the rich, and the learned, The high and the low, kings...

If any spark of consciousness remain

If any spark of consciousness remain, Divest thyself even of that, O my dear one! O minstrel lad, that strain again! In this pain lies deep delight. Stir up the wound in my entrails hourly, O spirit of madness! Hot tears, gasping for breath, Spewing up the heart— This...

The storm of love is raging

The storm of love is raging, I do not need the tavern now. My own blood is the wine, My heart the roasted meat, And I have not leisure for a wine-glass. The intoxication has mounted high. Say what you like, I care not, The world is a thing of nought in my eyes; But...

The secret of independence

He, the One, is the flaming light, He also is the tomb, And He the candle set on the tomb; But the delight of self-annihilation Falls only to the encircling moth. Thou didst not learn from the nightingale The secret of independence. O Nightingale! This garden is a...

Why weary yourself with needless cares?

Thy ego is a seal on the treasury which is within thee ; Why not break the seal and enjoy the wealth of the Universe ? The eyes of my heart are opened, The beauty of the Beloved has penetrated into my mind. He stands before me ; Now is the time to exchange glances...

I the gold, and thou the solvent

OMY Guru, thou art the sandalwood and I the water, Thy fragrance pervades all. O my Guru, thou art the cloud and I the peacock, I look at thee as the partridge gazes at the moon. O my Guru, thou art the lamp and I the wick, Thy light shines forth day and night. O my...

Nothing, nobody abides long in the world

Why art thou devoted to pleasurable sense-objects, O Mind? Nothing, nobody abides long in the world. Some come, some go all the time. The body and possessions are on the move. Are they worthy of attachment ? All that is perceptible is perishable and comparable to the...

The real secret of devotion is not easy to fathom

The real secret of devotion Is not so easy to fathom, O ascetic! What is the use of singing, of writing and of lecturing? What is the use of wandering From this holy place to that, Or of performing the morning and evening rituals, If one does not meditate on reality?...

You are the crowning glory of creation

O mind, No one can outdo you in the role of a bad son, And no one in the role of a good son either, When you forget your real nature, You are worse than the greatest of sinners; But when you come to realise it, You are the crowning glory of creation. If you yourself...

Your greed will never go

If you have ten, twenty, or twenty-five rupees, You will want a hundred, If you obtain that, you will want a thousand, And then a million, and then a billion, Then the desire will arise to dominate the earth. Even if you are successful here, You will only feel: “Why...

O Rama, how shall I perform Thy ritual worship?

O Rama, How shall I perform Thy ritual worship? I  have neither flowers nor fruit that are adequate. My mind alone will perform the worship, My mind itself will burn as incense, With my mind alone I will serve the partless Reality. I do not understand the ways of...

Verses from the prayer of the essence of knowledge

Thou the One Self, transcendent of all, the seed of the world, the source of existence, Bodiless, formless, known as “OM”, From whom the world comes, who sustains it, I worship that Lord, in whom the world is finally absorbed. Who is not the earth, nor water, nor...

The great rhythm, by which our lives are ordered

For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of the birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. IT happens every year, The cyclic re-awakening of Nature, which so delighted the...

O Narasinha, my mind is changeable

O Narasinha, my mind is changeable, How shall I learn to offer Thee proper devotion ? I am gazing at Thee ; Do Thou glance back at me, For love is mutual. When the thought comes that Thou art gazing at me And I am not looking at Thee My grief exceeds all bounds. Thou...

O my King, I am drunk with the beauty of Shyama

O my King, I am drunk with the beauty of Shyama, It is only she whose lover is absent Who is for ever writing letter upon letter. My Lord dwells in mine own heart ; Who can record the joy ? O ye good people, Know that our world is a cheat and a deceiver, Again and...

Let me stand alone in the wild Sansara

Alone, alone, alone, Let me stand alone, In the wild Sansara, Amidst perils and dangers, Let me stand alone. When I am alone, On my own feet, In perfect Self-dependence, I am with the Alone. My only friend for good, My only help and joy Is God within me, My own Self,...

Thou didst cover my errors with Thy love

When the moon was bathing in his silvery rays The raven tresses of the night, When the spring was enquiring of the buds The price of their spicy wines, When the lunatic wind was scattering in the dust The necklets of dewy pearls, Then didst Thou descend, O my Master,...

In the mirror of existence Thou art both spectator and image.

Zauq was born in 1789, the son of a poor soldier. He received little education, but he had an acute intellect and a powerful and retentive memory. He was a God-fearing man and above all a great lover of poetry. He was so passionately devoted to the latter that he was...

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