Oh! Lord Krishna, my intellect,
My body Your chariot I recollect.
My five senses: Thy five horses
My mind, Your dear feeble Arjuna!
In ditch my weak wheels slip, Alas!
Guide, hold bridles of organ nerves
Or else, my chariot may go astray,
With folded hands, Oh! Lord, Ipray.
May the intellectual logic and Reason
Be my Light; not emotional dimness.
Success is there where Lord Krishna
Guides and Arjuna, the archer acts. (THE BHAGAVAT GITA, Chapter,18: 78)
Oh! Lord Krishna, my intellect, My body Your chariot I recollect. My five senses: Thy five horses.. illustrating poem from Bhagavat Gita the great Epic.. love to see your devotion. and your spirituality and the fine words praising God.. thank u. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one to read! Thanks for sharing!