Grieve not, O Arunachala

Grieve not O Arunachala
I know how you feel
since my Father
the glorious Ramana left you

For fifty years
His Feet
kissed your cheeks
How joyous you were

Till Shiva stole Him from you.
snatched Him away to His lair!

Share your sorrow with me
O Arunachala,
He is my Father, your dear Son.
The loss is mine too.

I remember Him each moment
my Beloved Ramana
who came to you when still a boy.

Today i stand alone
fatherless
Dear Arunachala
child of your child
Give me my father
let me rejoice too

He stole my heart
and then stood back
is He hiding in the shadows
or testing me?
What is expected of me
Arunachala, my grandfather!

O Arunachala
my heart has melted
my soul has melted
my body withers away
but my Father still hides from me
He will listen to Thee, O Lord
He followed your command once

O Arunachala
I want my Father
I want Him now
this very moment
no other moment will do
no promises
no conditions
no more lurking in the shadows
no 'not just yets'

O Arunachala
I hand back this body, this mind
this soul
my life and all there is
all this is Yours
give me my Loving Lord
who has stolen my heart and run away!

... Nothing yet ...
no response!
I sit here, the same as ever
O Arunachala, you sit unmoved
My Father laughs
clutching my stolen heart
behind some tree or rock
knowing not my pain.

Does no one care, O Arunachala?
Is there no one to hear of this child
for his father?

And so, prayers unheeded,
the wait goes on ...