The Bliss Of My Lord's Closeness Poem by Narsinh Mehta

The bliss of my lord's closeness lasted as long as the night.
Then it vanished, my lord's bliss, when my arch enemy-the Sun did rise.
I became indistinguishable from the light, and in no time,
my beloved too was gone.
In tracing his footsteps, in searching him, I lost myself.
The bliss of my lord's closeness lasted as long as the night.
Then it vanished, my lord's bliss, when my arch enemy-the Sun did rise.

In this seemingly strange play, my eyes turned inwards
I left my small selfhood as I lay utterly vanquished.
The words can't express this experience, which the scriptures call Ineffable.
The bliss of my lord's closeness lasted as long as the night.
Then it vanished, my lord's bliss, when my arch enemy-the Sun did rise.

No one seems to believe the wonder of what I say,
but those who have attained this state know it well.
The sea of Being is of absolute Oneness, and Narsinh relishes it enrapt.
The bliss of my lord's closeness lasted as long as the night.
Then it vanished, my lord's bliss, when my arch enemy-the Sun did rise.