अखंडा मंडलाकर्म व्याप्थम येना चारा-अचरम
तत्पदं धरशिताम येना तस्मै श्री गुरुवे नमः ।
Salutations to the Guru, by whose grace the One
Infinite Reality that pervades all of manifestation is revealed.
Thou Art My Life by Tagore (translated byParamahansaYogananda)
Thou art my Life, Thou art my Love,
Thou art the Sweetness which I do seek
In the thought by my love brought, In the thought by my love brought
I taste thy Name, so sweet, so sweet
Devotee knows how sweet you are, Devotee knows how sweet you are
He knows whom you let know, She knows whom you let know
Twameva Mata (Thou art my Mother)
Twa meva Mata, Cha Pita twa meva
Twa mava Bandus, Cha saka twa meva
Twa mava Vidya, Dravenam Twa meva,
Twa meva Sarvum, Mama Deva Deva.
Thou art my Mother, My Father thou art,
Thou art my Brother, Like a Friend art thou,
Thou art my Wealth, My Wisdom thou art,
Thou art my own Light of Lights art thou
Thumee Ho Matha
Thumee Ho Matha, Pita Thumee Ho
Thumee Ho Bondhu Sakha Thumee Ho
Thumee Ho Sathee Thumee Saharee
Koiyee na apana siva thumareh
Thumee ho naiya, Thumee khivaiya
Thumee Ho Bondhu, Sakha Thumee Ho (Thumee Ho Matha…)
Jo khil sakaynah, vo phool humhay
Thumharey charanoh kee dhul humhay
Dhiyah ki dhristii, sadha kee rakhana
Thumee Ho Bondhu, Sakha Thumee Ho (Thumee Ho Matha…)
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus (lord)
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
--Annie Johnson Flint
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache
At the setting of the sun;
The tender word unspoken,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of your brother's way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time or thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
These little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind,
These chances to be angels,
Which even mortals find
They come in night and silence,
Each chill reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear.
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late.
And it's not the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache,
At the setting of the sun.
--Adelaide Proctor
"Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee. . .who passing through the valley of weeping, make it a well" (Ps. 84:5, 6).
Comfort does not come to the light-hearted and merry. We must go down into "depths" if we would experience this most precious of God's gifts--comfort, and thus be prepared to be co-workers together with Him.
When night--needful night--gathers over the garden of our souls, when the leaves close up, and the flowers no longer hold any sunlight within their folded petals, there shall never be wanting, even in the thickest darkness, drops of heavenly dew--dew which falls only when the sun has gone.
"I have been through the valley of weeping, The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the 'God of all comfort' was with me, At hand to uphold and sustain.
"As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine, Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us often in the furnace, The dross from the gold to destroy.
"When he leads throw' some valley of trouble His omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us, Are part of His lessons in grace.
"Often we shrink from the purging and pruning, Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring, The richer the cluster that grows.
"Well He knows that affliction is needed; He has a wise purpose in view,
And in the dark valley He whispers, 'Hereafter Thou'lt know what I do.'
"As we travel throw' life's shadow'd valley, Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses, Are blessings just sent in disguise.
"So we'll follow wherever He leadeth, Let the path be dreary or bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort; Our God can give songs in the night."
Give what you have; to someone it may be better than you dare to think.----------- --Longfellow
तत्पदं धरशिताम येना तस्मै श्री गुरुवे नमः ।
Salutations to the Guru, by whose grace the One
Infinite Reality that pervades all of manifestation is revealed.
Thou Art My Life by Tagore (translated byParamahansaYogananda)
Thou art my Life, Thou art my Love,
Thou art the Sweetness which I do seek
In the thought by my love brought, In the thought by my love brought
I taste thy Name, so sweet, so sweet
Devotee knows how sweet you are, Devotee knows how sweet you are
He knows whom you let know, She knows whom you let know
Twameva Mata (Thou art my Mother)
Twa meva Mata, Cha Pita twa meva
Twa mava Bandus, Cha saka twa meva
Twa mava Vidya, Dravenam Twa meva,
Twa meva Sarvum, Mama Deva Deva.
Thou art my Mother, My Father thou art,
Thou art my Brother, Like a Friend art thou,
Thou art my Wealth, My Wisdom thou art,
Thou art my own Light of Lights art thou
Thumee Ho Matha
Thumee Ho Matha, Pita Thumee Ho
Thumee Ho Bondhu Sakha Thumee Ho
Thumee Ho Sathee Thumee Saharee
Koiyee na apana siva thumareh
Thumee ho naiya, Thumee khivaiya
Thumee Ho Bondhu, Sakha Thumee Ho (Thumee Ho Matha…)
Jo khil sakaynah, vo phool humhay
Thumharey charanoh kee dhul humhay
Dhiyah ki dhristii, sadha kee rakhana
Thumee Ho Bondhu, Sakha Thumee Ho (Thumee Ho Matha…)
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus (lord)
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
--Annie Johnson Flint
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache
At the setting of the sun;
The tender word unspoken,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of your brother's way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time or thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
These little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind,
These chances to be angels,
Which even mortals find
They come in night and silence,
Each chill reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear.
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late.
And it's not the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache,
At the setting of the sun.
--Adelaide Proctor
Comfort in the Depths by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
"Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee. . .who passing through the valley of weeping, make it a well" (Ps. 84:5, 6).
Comfort does not come to the light-hearted and merry. We must go down into "depths" if we would experience this most precious of God's gifts--comfort, and thus be prepared to be co-workers together with Him.
When night--needful night--gathers over the garden of our souls, when the leaves close up, and the flowers no longer hold any sunlight within their folded petals, there shall never be wanting, even in the thickest darkness, drops of heavenly dew--dew which falls only when the sun has gone.
"I have been through the valley of weeping, The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the 'God of all comfort' was with me, At hand to uphold and sustain.
"As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine, Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us often in the furnace, The dross from the gold to destroy.
"When he leads throw' some valley of trouble His omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us, Are part of His lessons in grace.
"Often we shrink from the purging and pruning, Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring, The richer the cluster that grows.
"Well He knows that affliction is needed; He has a wise purpose in view,
And in the dark valley He whispers, 'Hereafter Thou'lt know what I do.'
"As we travel throw' life's shadow'd valley, Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses, Are blessings just sent in disguise.
"So we'll follow wherever He leadeth, Let the path be dreary or bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort; Our God can give songs in the night."
Give what you have; to someone it may be better than you dare to think.----------- --Longfellow
Comfort in depths ..how divine..
ReplyDeleteGod gives us what we need not what we want..
It's gud to walk with lord at night than to walk alone in daytime.blessed is the child who listens God's voices and act according to the same. I pray the lord to condemn the unwanted things that I do n help me to be with him n act according to his divine orders.
Thank u ji for the poems and their translations that made it easy to understand them.