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Thy voice traveling from across the mountains strikes my conscience
continuously. I understand what Thou whisperest: ‘Come O my dear,
liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage, come for meeting me!’
The snow-covered Himalayan peaks stand before my mind’s eye with
their glamour. From there so far comes the message and strikes my
conscience. I understand what Thou whisperest: ‘Com O dear, liberating
thyself from the fetters of bondage, come for meeting me!’
Mounting on the clouds gathered in the sky Thou despatchest Thy
errand through the ceaseless shower of love. And I understand what Thou
whisperest: ‘Come O my dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage,
come for meeting me!’
I also send a message to Thee for keeping a little patience now.
Engrossed as I am in the preliminary preparations for meeting Thee, keep a
little courage now.
But such an astonishing flow is Thy affection that Thy message never
terminates. And there will really rise one lucky golden day of our meeting
when called I shall stand before Thee for Thy concentration and union.
Thy voice soaring across the heavens and infernal regions, earth,
wind, water and fire, strikes my conscience continuously. I understand what
Thou whisperest: ‘Come O my dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of
bondage, come for meeting me!’ |
