Krishna Poem by Amir Khosro Alai

Your poem closes with a stanza showing an crisis of faith. In terms of European/American philosophy it is an existential crisis. I mention that because in the west philosophy and faith are usually at odds. In India this may not be true. One solution would be the BHAKTI path of worship of a personal god who is personally involved. In Christianity a believer would declare publicly, JESUS CHRIST IS MY SAVIOR, and begin praying to him for help, That is supposed to open a spiritual dialogue in which the believer feels the presence of Jesus. This is Christian bhakti. These are parallel paths - Krishna = Jesus. I have Christian friends who are too dogmatic to accept this parallel, but your poem-prayer which is very moving to me is certainly a true path of fulfillment. I can add one more parallel unifying religious experience. In a late play by Sophocles Heracles is reconciled to his death because as he says, LOOKED AT FROM THAT WAY, IT ALL COHERES, WHAT SPLENDOR! That sense of order even in tragedy, that everything has its proper place in life and death is profoundly fulfilling. Coherence means our lives have a mysterious but vital meaning. This line of reasoning cuts through the problem of coherence, which cannot be resolved so it must be transcended. But if someone wants a divine explanation, this path is probably not going to work. There is an aura of mystery in the Bhakti path. You have to be willing to live within the mystery rather than attempting to understand it intellectually. Hamlet expresses such a view in Act V, just in time to guide him spiritually in his death: THERE'S A DIVINITY THAT SHAPES OUR ENDS, ROUGH-HEW THEM THOUGH WE TRY. I find that passage in Shakespeare profoundly moving - and peesuasive.

This is indeed a great philosophical contemplation raising queries of a confused mind trying to relate with the material world and beyond. You may refer 'Shrimadbhagwat Gita' which is believed to have been told by Shri Krishna to Arjun, the warrior disciple and answers his queries in the battlefield. Thanks a lot for sharing a thought provoking poem.