Locks of shining red hair, a crown of
diamonds,
small beautiful teeth and eyes in a laughing face
that light
up fourteen worlds
—I saw His glory, and seeing, I quell today the famine
in my eyes.
I saw the haughty Master for whom men,
all men, are but women, wives.
I saw the Great One who plays at love
with Shakti, original to the world.
I saw His stance and began to live.
The bee that was engaged all along in
drinking the nectar
from the White Jasmine is consumed totally in that
very process.
Not even the Symbol remains!
You are the forest; You are all the
great trees in the forest;
You are bird and beast playing in and out of
the trees.
O Lord White as Jasmine filling and filled by all,
why don’t
You show me Your face?
When I didn’t know myself, where were
You?
Like the color in the gold, You were in me.
I saw in You, Lord
White as Jasmine,
the paradox of Your being in me without showing a
limb.
People, male and female, blush when a
cloth covering their shame comes loose.
When the Lord of lives drowned without a face in the world,
When the Lord of lives drowned without a face in the world,
how can you be modest?
When all the world
is the eye of the Lord, onlooking everywhere,
what can you cover and
conceal?
It was like a stream running into the
dry bed of a lake,
like rain pouring on plants parched to sticks.
It was
like this world’s pleasure and the way to the other,
both walking
towards me.
Seeing the feet of the master, O Lord White as Jasmine, I
was made worthwhile.
Listen, sister, listen. I had a dream.
I
saw rice, betel, palm leaf and coconut.
I saw an ascetic come to beg,
white teeth and small matted curls.
I followed on his heels and held his
hand,
He who goes breaking all bounds and beyond.
I saw the Lord, White
as Jasmine, and woke wide open.
Sunlight made visible the whole length of a sky,
movement of wind, leaf, flower, all six colors on tree, bush and creeper:
all this is the day’s worship.
The light of moon, star and fire, lightnings and all things
that go by the name of light are the night’s worship.
Night and day in your worship.
I forget myself, O Lord White as Jasmine.
excerpted from the book Speaking of Siva,
translated by A. K. Ramanujan
translated by A. K. Ramanujan
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