by P.V. Lakshmi
Swami, come and bestow Your vision on me.
The desire to meet the Lord is invoked in my heart.
Every day the arrival of the Lord I await,
HE comes; smiles at some, blesses some,
Showers His love on some.
Not me? Why Swami? Why?
Without You, Swami, I cannot be--
As the lotus without water,
As the night without moon,
So do I feel without YOU.
Troubled and perturbed ,
I wander day and night.
Ages pass undergoing pangs of separation
Burns my heart.
The days pass without hunger
And the nights without sleep;
The world inside and out,
Nothing appeals to me
Since my heart entangled in YOU.
O LORD, shall I change myself?
In whatever form my LORD is pleased,
That I shall adopt.
What can I do to reach You, Swami?
Is it beyond me?
The wings I do not possess
To fly over to You.
What can I say when speech has also left me?
What other hope can I cherish?
Come, O Lord,
Be kind and meet me NOW;
Come, soothe this burning heart
That is Yours through the ages;
That falls at Your lotus feet
To merge with YOU,
To be with YOU ever after.