The Hindu Spirit
(A song of unity in diversity)
Hindus are different people,
Uniquely different,
Extraordinarily different.
You cannot measure their depth;
You cannot confine them within your arguments.
So simple, so religious,
So social, so spiritual.
Put a stone beneath a tree
And place a few flowers upon it;
They will pay homage;
They will worship that stone.
It may look foolish to you.
It may go beyond your argument.
You may scold them with different names,
But it is beyond your mind;
It is beyond your reasoning.
Hindus are deeply devoted to the Almighty;
It is there in their ancient blood.
You cannot judge a Hindu
By seeing the many forms of devotion.
They worship God, the Almighty,
In countless ways and countless forms.
They know the essential truth.
They know by heart:
Ekam Brahma Dvitiyam Nasti.'
'Madatma Sarva Bhutatma.'
'Tat Tvam Asi.'
'Soham.'
'Shivoham.'
'Aham Brahmasmi.'
Still they worship God
In countless ways,
Celebrating the vastness of life.
You think Hindus worship
Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh, and Devis
As different gods with different names.
Hindus worship Gurus
and Mahatmas.
They revere every atom
Of existence,
Every great soul,
Not only from Hindu culture
And heritage,
But also Jesus, Muhammad,
Lao Tzu, Socrates, and Plato,
And all ancient and modern
Saints and messengers
As divine manifestations.
A Hindu knows no boundaries.
You may call a Hindu a fool.
You may call a Hindu a kafir.
A Hindu loves believers
And non-believers alike.
A theist can become
a Shankaracharya;
An atheist can become
A Buddha or a Mahavira.
A Hindu worships the Infinite,
The Formless Absolute through form;
Even the tiniest form.
The Formless through meditation,
And through form by prayer
And surrender in devotion.
It is reverence, deep reverence,
From the micro to the macro;
A profound understanding
Of the mystery of life and death.
A Hindu celebrates life;
A Hindu celebrates death.
The diversity of existence
Is honoured with deep understanding.
You cannot call a Hindu a kafir.
To do so reveals only
The poverty of your understanding.
It shows that you are unable
to perceive the many-sided nature
of the Divine,
The omnipresent God.
All forms arise from
that Great Vastness,
That Infinite Bliss,
Infinite forms, infinite names,
Infinite qualities;
Yet beyond all forms and names,
Beyond all thought,
Beyond the grasp of the mind.
God is within you, as you;
God is everything and everywhere.
Find another word,
If you wish to insult Hindus;
Calling them kafir only reveals
Your own ignorance and narrowness.
Hinduism sees the Divine
In every path that leads to Truth.
It honours wisdom wherever it appears,
And bows before every genuine
Seeker of God.
Without Hindus,
The world would lose
One of its greatest celebrations
Of the Infinite.
The Divine would still remain,
For the Eternal can never perish;
Yet humanity would lose
A priceless vision,
A vision that sees
The One in the many,
And the many in the One.
Infinite forms,
Infinite names,
Infinite paths,
Yet One Eternal Reality,
The Formless,
The Infinite,
The Absolute,
Beyond all names,
Beyond all forms,
Beyond all divisions,
Beyond all.
Examine your mind.
Examine your knowledge
Before you call a Hindu a kafir.
A Hindu is a believer
Beyond your limited understanding,
A worshipper in countless ways,
A true lover of nature,
A true lover of the Creator
And the creation.
Hindus are unique
Beyond your reasoning,
Beyond your understanding.
A Hindu heart is like the sky,
An infinite sky
Where everyone finds a place,
Beyond caste, creed, and religion,
Beyond division.
The Hindu ideal does not seek
To deny another's path.
It seeks the Divine everywhere.
A Hindu sees God in you too,
Even if you are hostile,
Even if you are harsh,
Even if you have forgotten
The Divine within yourself.
That is the spirit of Hinduism,
To behold the One
In all beings,
And all beings
In the One.
@Prabir Gayen
18/07/26/11: 45 PM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem