My Cosmic Mother’s Face

Fairy dream faces, like fresh flowers,
May bloom in the vase of my gaze for my soul to see;
But the Face that vanished behind space
Cannot be replaced by any of these.

There are faces of transcendent beauty,
Faces of exquisite charm, faces tender and true;
There are faces of sweetness and wisdom,
But there’s none like the face of You.

There are faces tainted by fires of lust,
Faces the wise cannot fathom, faces a child cannot trust.
There are faces of beauty, steeped in glory through and through;
But O Cosmic Mother, they are dim beside You.

There’s the violet, the lily, the lotus, the rose;
Fragrant flower-faces blooming under the snows;
There are faces of stars, and the moon and the sun.
But for me there’s One Face evermore, only one.

After my search through aeons unnumbered,
The never-ceasing streamlets of my dreams
Have melted in Thy silver ocean-face,
Where smiling love forever softly gleams.

Countless silver rays of living beauties
Have melted into one transcendent grace –
The beauties of a million, million ages –
To make, at last, Thine omnipresent face.

Without Thy face, there is no light for me
In all the unplumbed depths of land or seal
Thy beauty-rays are rainbowed over all
Eternity, while planets rise and fall.

On the lips of laughter, on roses in the dawn,
It is Thy smile forever glowing there-
An immortelle of glory, heavenly sweet
With fragrance of unceasing, selfless prayer.

On the calm lake of my breathless bosom,
Where ripplets of desire no more
Play little games like children,
The glimmer of Thy face is spreading o’er.

In the cleansed mirror of my memory,
In the deep crystal pool that is my heart,
I see Thine omnipresence trapped for me-
Of my own self forevermore a part.
As I, awakening, pass through gates of light,
Thy wisdom-face is all my soul can see.
Faded, the pale pleasure-stars of dream skies,
In the omniscient light enfolding Thee.

Auroras, lights squeezed from shimmering hives of atoms,
Flashing feelings, burning vitalities, worlds of flame,
Dumb stones and speaking minds – all melted together
To form Thy one face and to spell Thy one name.

My vision, withdrawn from viewing pulsating centuries,
Throws its countless eyes within to search eternity;
And all I seek, O Cosmic Mother, all I crave forever,
Is the light of one face – the face of Thee! 

अमर्त्य सौन्दर्य

They did their best
And they are blest-
The sap, the shoots,
The little leaves and roots;
The benign breath,
The touch of light –
All worked in amity
To grow the rose’s beauty.
Watch its splendour,
Its undying grandeur,
The Infinite Face
That peeps through its little case.
Watch not in grief
Its falling petals or its brief
Sojourn here;
For its career
Done, its duty ends;
Toward the Immortal’s home it tends.
The sap dried,
The summer petals fled,
Its body pines;
Yet its death’s divine;
Through the death it spurns
Its deathless glory’s won;
The rose is dead –
Its beauty lives instead. उन्होंने उत्तम किया अपना
और वे कृतार्थ हैं -
रस, जड़,
नन्हे पत्ते,जड़ के रेशे;
विरल श्वांस ,
ज्योति किरणें –
मिल के कर्मरत सब
गुलाब में ढालने सौन्दर्य को
देखो इसकी भव्यता,
अमिट  ऐश्वर्य इसका,
अनंत सौन्दर्य
झाँकता जो नन्ही कृति से .
दुखी न हो
झरती पंखुड़ी या छोटी 
यात्रा यहाँ पर रही जो ;
क्यूंकि अस्तित्व इसका For its career
हो चूका पूरा,कर्त्तव्य चुक गया;
बढ़ चला अपने शाश्वत गृह के प्रति यह
रस सूखा 
 उड़ चलीं पंखुड़ी,
देह कांटा हुयी;
मृत्यु पर इसकी है दिव्य;
यद्यपि घृणा इसको मृत्यु से
अमर यश इसका विजेता;
मर चुका है गुलाब  –
जीवित सौन्दर्य इसका है पर .

What Is Love?प्रेम है क्या ?

Love is the scent with the lotus born.
It is the silent choirs of petals
Singing the winter's harmony of uniform beauty.
Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.
It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets -
sun and moon lit
In the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds -
Around the sovereign Silent Will.प्रेम है सुगंध निःसृत पद्म से.
मौन गान- वृन्द पंखुड़ी- दल का
गान  शरद का,  समरूप,  स्वर संगति मय .
प्रेम  गान है आत्मा का ,ईश  के प्रति.
संतुलित लयबद्ध  नृत्य ग्रह गणों का -
चमकते है चाँद सूरज
अम्बर आँगन में सज्जित फूएँ से मेघ गण-
परितः करते भ्रमण परम मूक शक्ति के
It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunrays
And blush red with life.
‘Tis the promptings of the mother earth
To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots,
And to nurse all life.
It is the urge of the sun
To keep all things alive.

Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine
That took the protecting father-form,
And that feeds helpless mouths
With milk of mother's tenderness.
It is the babies' sweetness,
Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy
To shower upon them.
It is the lover's unenslaved surrender to the beloved
To serve and solace.
It is the elixir of friendship,
Reviving broken and bruised souls.
It is the martyr's zeal to shed his blood
For the well-beloved fatherland.
It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another
heart.
It is the God-drunk poet's heartaches
For every creature's groans.

Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings,
And thence to move to spacious fields -
Passing by portals of social, national, international
sympathy,
On to the limitless Cosmic Home -
To gaze with looks of wonderment,
And to serve all that lives, still or moving.
This is to know what love is.
He knows who lives it.

Love is evolution's ameliorative call
To the far-strayed sons
To return to Perfection's home.
It is the call of the beauty - robed ones
To worship the great Beauty.
It is the call of God
Through silent intelligences
And starburst of feelings.

Love is the Heaven
Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms,
creatures - you and I
Are rushing by the straight path of action right,
Or winding laboriously on error's path,
All to reach haven there at last.

प्रेम है स्वर्ग

Love is the Heaven
Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms, creatures — you and I
Are rushing by the straight path of action right,
Or winding laboriously on error’s path,
All to reach haven there at last.

प्रेम हैस्वर्ग

 ओर जिसकी  पुष्प, नदि ,राष्ट्र ,अणु, सब प्राणी- तुम, मैं
अग्रसर हैं मात्र  सत्कर्मों के बल पर  ..
या गलती की भूल भुलैय्या में फंस, तपते
और  फिर जा मिलते स्वर्ग से .. अंत में