God asks me to shut up
When I criticise ruthlessly
His beloved creation.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 9, Agni Press, 1998
My Beloved Krishna
The Cow-Light of my Beloved Krishna
Has illumined my earth-bound mind.
The Flute-Delight of my Beloved Krishna
Has immortalised my Heaven-free heart. 1
Behold!
Yonder my Lord Krishna’s
Jingling ankle bells
Are thrilling my eyes,
Intoxicating my heartbeat,
Feeding my heart
And energising my life.
My Lord Krishna, my Lord Krishna! 2
My Krishna is not black,
He is pure gold.
He Himself is woven
Into the universal Beauty, Light and Splendour.
He looks dark
Because I have spilled the ink
Of my mind on Him.
Otherwise, my Beloved is All-Light.
He created Light and Darkness,
He is within and without the Cosmos Vast.
With this knowledge,
I will have a new acquaintance
With the world at large. 3
Translation
Victory, victory, victory to Lord Krishna.
I long for Your Compassion to be
Your own supreme Divinity. 4
Translation
Revered brother Krishna,
You are the boatman of my mind-boat. 5
Lord Krishna is dancing and I am hearing
His ankle bells ringing.
This happens only when
My mind is absolutely silent
And there is no thought —
When I am having my deepest meditation. 6
I have dived deep
In my Lord’s Krishna-Consciousness,
Repeating Krishna-incantations.
Do place me on Your Lap,
With Your infinite Compassion,
O Krishna, Lord of the Universe. 7
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 30, Agni Press, 1982↩︎
Sri Chinmoy, My early morning heart-climbing prayers, Agni Press, 2006↩︎
Sri Chinmoy, My Indian sunrise, 1998↩︎
Sri Chinmoy, The Songs of God-Souls 1983.↩︎
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy rosebuds, 1987↩︎
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy rosebuds, 1987↩︎