My soul has established complete harmony
with the great mystic tune of the flute-player.
Its music has automatically come to a close.
This is the secret of my silence.
My soul’s bee seated on the lotus of creation
while sucking the juice of it
has completely forgotten the consciousness of itself and the world.
This is the secret of the steady tranquil state of mine.
In the earth’s extensive supreme sea
my soul swims like some flake of snow.
Sometimes it sinks and sometimes it becomes steady.
This is the mystery behind my self-complacent state.
You will be bewildered and perhaps resume reverberation
beholding the delight and divinity of my face.
But you know not O my dear recluse,
this ambrosial pleasure’s taste is not gained
by cutting the tongue and attaching it to the palate.
The beloved’s lovely cup has been drunk wholeheartedly.
That is the secret of the pleasant, joyous state of mine.
- Shri Yogeshwarji