Thru Wonder Wends The Way To God Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Soon as the soft arrows
Of your early dawn,
There begins to play in each grain
Honey-filled music ever soothing;
O Grant to my small life
Content, nor quench worth a whit,
Let my eyes ever remain in thirst,
Let it fill an ocean of tears,
Whilst you reside in my mind,
And hiding my sorrows
I’d pretend searching you,
While getting to know your every grain—
What exists, what does not—
You remaining in my teary eyes,
Somewhat hazy and still clear enough,
That I see the world through you,
See thine world, though still not you.
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Translated from the original in Hindi, Mahageeta,
Aacharya Rajnish, Osho.
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- Translations | 16.08.14 |