Children of Our Era

We are children of our era;our era is political.All affairs, day and night,yours, ours, theirs,are political affairs.Like it or not,your genes have a political past,your skin a political cast,your eyes a political aspect.What you say has a resonance;what you are...

Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale

Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where...

Oh Beloved Master

Oh Beloved Master, you are the Emperor!I am eternally grateful to you.If I had a hundred thousand lives –I would sacrifice every one to them at your feet.You drowned me in the Eternal Ocean of Onenessand transformed me into an Ocean like yourself.In the...

The Rainy Season

In whom longing for the Beloved hath taken abode,Every moment his body becometh feeble and enervated.A stream of tears constantly flows from his eyes;The pangs of pain ceaselessly smart his body and mind.Like rivers in Sawan and Bhadon, overflows the stream of my...