When I existed,
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
- See more at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/07/12/ravidas-when-i-existed/#sthash.h4PgAG9y.dpuf
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
- See more at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/07/12/ravidas-when-i-existed/#sthash.h4PgAG9y.dpuf
When I existed,
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
English version by Nirmal Dass
English version by Nirmal Dass
When I existed,
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
- See more at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/07/12/ravidas-when-i-existed/#sthash.h4PgAG9y.dpuf
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
A mighty king sleeps
on his throne
and in his dream
becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish
before him
he greatly mourns –
such is our condition.
Like the tale
of the serpent
and the rope –
I know a little
of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets
we think gold has many forms –
but it is always forever gold.
In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
- See more at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/07/12/ravidas-when-i-existed/#sthash.h4PgAG9y.dpuf
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