Gurudev, you're greatly kind.
Bless me with the strength to tide over high tides;
Keep my head high even amidst heavy sighs.
Take me to a path that takes far to a good place;
You never draw back and never stop to bless...
With your light sorrow seems a good touchstone.
And no fear can now rot my spirits-bone.
I dare to see the world as it really looks;
You let me know what's to happen will happen.
And in the end things'll be good. No worries then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem