'Song of the Reed' Rumi

Harken to this Reed forlorn,
Breathing ever since 'twas torn
From it's rushy bed, a strain
Of impassioned love and pain.

The secret of my song, though near,
None can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
And mingle all his soul with mine!

'Tis the flame of Love that fired me,
'Tis the wine of Love inspired me.
Woulds't thou learn how lovers bleed,
Harken! Harken to the Reed!  .¸¸.•*`*•.✽

               Translated by Reynold A. Nicholson  

                                                 from the  Masnavi~ 
                                                                            of  Moulana Jalalud'din Rumi ~                                                   

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✽.¸¸THE INDIVIDUAL.¸¸.•*`*•.✽

Ideals~
    Divine ideals!
The secret treasures 
    of man's youth. 
Life's love and wisdom,
    fragrant recollections 
of by-gone times 
    in former lives.
At present 
   they reflect 
the light 
    of the soul. 
Oh Ideal 
     Aspiration ! 
When heart expands 
     and feelings flood 
          one's entire being, 
Thought tries 
     to capture~ 
          grasp~ 
the all~eluding One 
     in a readiness 
to sacrifice 
     the little Self. 
Being One 
     with God 
in the heart 
      of all! 
Oh Friend Divine, 
      Thy sacred touch 
Awakens memories, 
      intuitions sweet 
of a relationship 
      with the most High. 
At heart~ thou art 
  When heart is one and only! 
No more a stranger 
      in this world, 
But self~illumined 
     by his greater Self, 
He dwells 
    and has his being 
       in the soul of all ! 
Humanity~ 
     on cross~roads 
Of diversities 
     betwixt light 
       and intense darkness. 
Where senses mighty, 
      lamps and shades, 
Conjure up a magic show 
      of Unreality... 
         assuming countless 
Names and shapes 
       in endless, limitless 
Dimensions~ 
    expanding wide, 
Wider, faster still, 
     into immense proportions 
in time and space 
    of man's own fancy! 
Thus lost 
     in the confusion 
of his own creations 
     man fails to find his Soul; 
man fails 
     to claim his truly Own~ 
          The Whole ! 
A world made whole 
          by God, 
for him alone. 
    Not that he should 
divide it and possess its parts, 
     but that he would share it whole 
with Himself 
     in all! 
Oh my Beloved 
    Child of  God,
Awake~
   Arise~ 
and claim 
    the whole of 
  Thy inheritance Divine! 
Each one 
    a Master~ King 
Servant~ Lover ! 
     One in all, 
In whom 
   the Whole 
remains 
    forever,
an undisturbed 
     undivided 
         Whole 
For God Eternal 
     is whole;  
His Creation Divine 
     is whole;
and whole is man 
     as Son of God. 
He is poised 
     in Peace, 
At rest, 
    undivided 
within Himself!

~Aum~

by Swami Jnanananda Giri    

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Swami Jnanananda Giriji

      Beloved Swamiji came to visit Santjio at Saproon, Himanchal Pradesh,
as usual in 1971. This picture was taken by me in those days of our first
meeting. See the beautiful aura of Light surrounding Swamiji!
      Santjio had said at that time, " Swamiji take her and teach her meditation,
teach her Yoga!"  I was delighted that Swamiji agreed yet was reluctant to leave
the august company of Beloved Santjio. The relief and joy came a few months
later when I was taking leave of the Master, touched his feet, and he blessed
my journey to Mussouri  to see Swamiji asking, " When are you coming?"
Ah Ho! The Love of the great Master!

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Beloved Sant Gulab Singhjio

       This is my favorite picture of Beloved Pitajio,
Sant Gulab Singhji, taken in the Palace at Patiala.
It was 1979, and then we all sat together, Satyaji,
Dr. Melhotra, myself and others while Santjio
read out from the original Persian of 'Divane Hafiz',
and gave us ecstatic explanations and stories!
How blessed these moments are forever.
Khuda Hafiz!

                                                   Beloved Pitaji, Sant Gulab Singhjio,
                                            at the N.I.S, Patiala, in the 'Raj Mahal'. 1979

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