is the last and final love of this soul
is the final destination and abode of this devotee
The learned and pure Ramana
is my father and protector
my breath and heartbeat.
The young Brahman Swami
is Siva, Krishna and all the other Gods put together
worship His feet, His shadow
His shadow itself is bliss
The young boy sitting on the rock
barely a man
will be the most beloved of all saints
take care of Him
for He is my father
and I am not yet born to do so
The young boy lured by Arunachala Himself
is my most beloved,
my saviour, my Father
heap not insults on his gentle being
O ignorant sadhus.
My Father, still a boy
has come to Arunachala
O Siva be kind to Him
Let not the heat of summer trouble Him
He is now in Your refuge.
O Siva, O Vishnu
where were you when my Beloved
died of disease, still young
Why did you pain my gentle Venkat
I am told He cried in pain at night
even though so close to You.
O Arunachala,
Blissfully wedded to my Lord,
and yet not protecting Him in the end.
O Brahman,
I admonish Thee for paining my Lord,
May I always be wedded to Him
Through thick and thin
Through lives and deaths
May this marital knot never break
May I bring Him only joy,
and never any pain.
O Brahman
I thank Thee endlessly
for creating my Lord
Greater than Yourself
The joy of my life,
my soul, my breath
I thank Thee for blissful Ramana,
and for bringing us together.
2006-07-11 1:44 PM
Yet again.
2006-07-11 3:07 PM
