We do not get a human life
Just for the asking.
Birth in a human body
Is the reward for good deeds
In former births.
Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly,
It does not stay long.
The leaf that has once fallen
Does not return to the branch.
Behold the Ocean of Transmigration.
With its swift, irresistible tide.
O Lal Giridhara, O pilot of my soul,
Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore.
I remain in the heart  of Lal Giridhara.
She says: Life lasts but a few days only.



Life in the world is short,
Why shoulder an unnecessary load
Of worldly relationships?
Thy parents gave thee birth in the world,
But the Lord ordained thy fate.
Life passes in getting and spending,
No merit is earned by virtuous deeds.
I will sing the praises of Hari
In the company of the holy men,
Nothing else concerns me.

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
then the goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!

If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

Leave as you've done before to me

Leave for I can't bare to see you go

Leave before I change my mind again

Leave or don't because I can't stand to be alone

Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
My heart's music, you help me
In my world-crossing.
You protected the king of the elephants.
You dissolve the fear of the terrified.

Where can I go? Save my honour
For I have dedicated myself to you
And now there is no one else for me.

I planted the creeper of love
And silently watered it with my tears
Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling

My beloved dwells in my heart all day
I have actually witnessed the abode of joy
I am mad with love
and no one understands the agony of the wounded.

When fire rages in the heart
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel
No one feels the fear of separation
The way I feel for it my beloved dusky one.

Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -


And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -


I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me

After some trepidation, a little hesitation,
I set out to search for my soul
After some stumbling, a lot of confounded fumbling,
There started to emerge my goal.

I set myself a-thinking, I had a slight inkling
As to where lay my goal
I had to look inside, confess and not hide
To find my elusive soul.

I thought things of import, reasons why I sought
To find what lay in my soul
The reasons I found, did me more confound
And I wondered what lay at my goal.

Was I good? Was I just?
Did the answers lay at my goal?
What path would I take? What would I put at stake?
Would I… be able to face my soul?

I found it! I did, it lay in front of me
An unopened Pandora’s box
Curious was I, and with a nervous sigh
I looked at my goal, my soul.

The moment was here, momentous too
I was about to face myself
Based on my glances, I’d rate my chances
And bet on heaven or hell.

I opened the box, tremendous shock!
It was too early to tell
I’m living my life, what unnecessary strife!
This project will be my knell.