Oh Baba

Aum Sairam

Oh Baba, You are the Moon of Love and I am your chakor, bathe me in the moon of beams of your compassion.

You are the cloud of bliss. I am your chatak, thirsty for showers of your grace.

Will you not pour, Oh Baba, the stream of your ambrosial grace in my devotion?

You are the ocean of energy. I am the garland of your waves. The ocean recognizes its drop, but drop is oblivious of the vast expanse of the unfathomable water.

Baba, You are the purport of life, the essence of knowledge and devotion. You are the liberation, the indulgence, the peace.

You are the entirety and the lone support.

You are my vital breath, the energy, the vast universe. You are capable of submerging the darkness of ignorance in blazing light of knowledge.

The world is but a stage. We are all playing our roles whether small or big.

I know for certain that in this drama You are the unseen stage director.

Baba, You have sojourned on the bank of Godavari to carry the burdens of your followers. The mundane earthly life is bereft of sum and substance. However, Baba you have attributed meaning and purpose to this worldly life.

Oh Lord, there is neither beginning nor end to your immeasurable grace. There could be no greater benefit in life than to have a companion of your order in every birth. I dedicate my flowering sentiments together with this worldly being at your sacred feet. It is for You to uplift, to rescue or to vanquish this poor soul of mine.

Let the flame meet the flame. Let the love merge in love. Let this vital sheath be offered at your divine feet. You are Rudra, Vishnu, and Brahma. You are the untarnished Brahma. You are the Guru and the Guide at the helm of my boat. Will you not lead this boat beyond the ravages of Samsar?

Allah Malik