I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish---
no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
 
 

Many a festival day comes to you in silence,
deity of the ruined temple.
Many a night of worship goes away with lamp unlit.
Many new images are built by masters of cunning art
and carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come.
Only the deity of the ruined temple remains
unworshipped in deathless neglect.

No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.
Henceforth I deal in whispers.
The speech of my heart will be carried on
in murmurings of a song.

Men hasten to the King's market.
All the buyers and sellers are there.
But I have my untimely leave
in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.
Let then the flowers come out in my garden,
though it is not their time;
and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.
Full many an hour have I spent
in the strife of the good and the evil,
but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days
to draw my heart on to him;
and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!
 
 

On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him? Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life--- I will never let him go with empty hands. All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door. O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me! Day after day I have kept watch for thee; for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life. All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. One final glance from thine eyes and my life will be ever thine own. The flowers have been woven and  the garland is ready for the bridegroom. After the wedding the bride shall leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.

I was not aware of the moment
    when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery
    like a bud in the forest at midnight!
When in the morning I looked upon the light
I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
    that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me
    in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown
    will appear as ever known to me.
And because I love this life,
I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast
    the mother takes it away, in the very next moment
    to find in the left one its consolation.
 
 
 

When I go from hence let this be my parting word,     that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus     that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed---     let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play     and here have I caught sight of him that is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled     with his touch who is beyond touch;     and if the end comes here, let it come---     let this be my parting word.

When my play was with thee
I never questioned who thou wert.
I knew nor shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous.
In the early morning thou wouldst call me from my sleep
like my own comrade and lead me running from glade to glade.
On those days I never cared to know
the meaning of songs thou sangest to me.
Only my voice took up the tunes,
and my heart danced in their cadence.
Now, when the playtime is over,
what is this sudden sight that is come upon me?
The world with eyes bent upon thy feet
stands in awe with all its silent stars.

I will deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in my power to escape unconquered. I surely know my pride will go to the wall, My life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, And my empty heart will sob out in music Like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears. I surely know the hundred petals of a lotus Will not remain closed for ever And the secret recess of its honey will be bared. From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me And summon me in silence. Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever, And utter death shall I receive at thy feet.

When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart,
and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
And trying to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark,
Spreading my mat on the floor and whenever it is thy pleasure, my Lord,
Come silently and take thy seat here.

I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,
Hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.
No more sailing from harbour to harbour
With this my weather-beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
 
 

I boasted among men that I had known you.
They see your pictures in all works of mine.
They come and ask me, `Who is he?'
I know not how to answer them.
I say, `Indeed, I cannot tell.'
They blame me and they go away in scorn.
And you sit there smiling.

I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
The secret gushes out from my heart.
They come and ask me, `Tell me all your meanings.'
I know not how to answer them.
I say, `Ah, who knows what they mean!'
They smile and go away in utter scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
 
 
 

In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.