Friday, December 16, 2016


DASAKOM 4

STANZA 1

I CONSIDER FORTUNATE THOSE WHO GO ABOUT
RECITING YOUR NAMES,
IMMERSED IN A SEA OF JOY,
AND CONTINUOUSLY THINKING OF YOU,
AND TELLING YOUR STORIES,
AND HAPPY WITH A SENSE OF FULFILMENT OF LIFE

STANZA 2

MY MIND, ALAS!
AFFLICTED BY DISEASE,
IS NOT ABLE TO CONCENTRATE ON WORSHIPPING YOU,
MY LORD, HAVE MERCY ON ME,
I SHALL LIVE IN SOME SOLITARY PLACE,
RECITING YOUR NAMES,
HAPPY IN THE RECOLLECTION OF YOUR LOTUSLIKE FEET

STANZA 3

IF YOUR MERCY IS THERE WHAT IS UNATTAINABLE BY MEN!
WHAT IS IT FOR YOU TO CURE ME, MY LORD?
KINDLY ERADICATE MY DISEASE, AND MAKE ME
YOUR STAUNCH DEVOTEE PLEASE

 STANZA 4

MANY GREAT SAINTS, LIKE NAARADA,
WITH NO ONE KNOWING WHERE THEY ARE,
ROAM ON THE EARTH, FULLY IMMERSED
IN THE JOY OF YOUR PRESENCE IN THEIR MINDS

STANZA 5

LET DEVOTTION TO YOU SWELL IN MY HEART,
I HAVE NOT THE LEAST DOUBT,
IT WILL WIPE OUT ALL MY SUFFERINGS COMPLETELY,
IF IT DOES'NT, VYAASA'S WORDS,
AND YOUR OWN ASSURANCES WOULD BE SENSELESS,
LIKE GOSSIP OF THE STREETS, MY LORD

STANZA 6

DEVOTION TO YOU, IN THE BEGINNING SWEET,
THEN AS IT GROWS,
COMPLETELY REMOVES ALL ONE’S TROUBLES,
AND AT THE END, GIVES THE JOY
OF THE KNOWLEGE OF THE TRUTH OF EXISTENCE

STANZA 7

PLEASE REMOVING MY SUFFERINGS, MAKE MY LEGS ABLE
TO ENJOY THE WALK TO YOUR TEMPLE,
MY EYES IN LOOKING AT YOUR IDOL,
NOSE IN SMELLING THE TULSI OFFERED AT YOUR FEET,
AND EARS IN HEARING YOUR BEAUTIFUL STORIES

STANZA 8

MAY YOUR FORM,
WHICH IS THE ESSENCE OF THE BLISSFUL CONSCIOUSNESS, THE BRAHMAN,
RISE IN MY MIND,
WHICH IS AFFLICTED BY SEVERAL INCURABLE ILLNESSES, SO THAT,
WITH HAIR HIGH ON END, AND WITH TEARS POURING FROM MY EYES,
I FORGET ALL MY GREAT SUFFERINGS, MY LORD

STANZA 9

THOSE WHO DONT WORSHIP YOU LIVE HAPPILY,
WHILE I SUFFER SO MUCH WHAT'S THIS!
LET IT NOT GIVE YOU BAD NAME, MY LORD,
CURE ME QUICKLY OF MY DISEASE,
AND MAKE ME THE GREATEST OF ALL YOUR DEVOTEES, PLEASE

STANZA 10

WHAT IS THE USE OF TALKING MORE AND MORE?
I WILL LIE AT YOUR FEET - IMAGINED TO BE IN FRONT OF ME,
COMPLAINING CONTINUOUSLY, PROSTRATING AND CHANTING HYMNS
TILL YOUR PITY RISES, MY LORD

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