To him, He ‘II offer
His own sherbet (Medicine):
His devotees are different but,
Only with one prayer;
He, whom He blesses,
Will prosper!
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Avariciously, I filled my belly
Of my long cage !Robbed off was, I evenOf the ever-withering leaf:Sinned I and earnedThe vice !
Shiva ‘s there, spread with
That’s Death andThat’s Pilgrimage !Should you not die while living,How else can you, when dead ?Recognise self from yourselfBy contemplation.
Should you not shun inner anger,
Unless you cleanse you inner mindYou’ll lead an ostriched life !
a) That Lana of Padmanpora
And saw Shiva face to face everywhereGrant me that boon, O Deva!b) The speaking damsels of Loka—BhawanAnd the dumb socio—human ones,Took flight with birds;Grant me that boon, O Deva !c) Janak Reshi of Dandakvan.Living on herbs, wild fruit, wasA perfect Bhakta, a pearl among devotees !Grant me that boon, O. Deva.d) That Miran Reshi of…
Feed the Hungry, if you can,
Gain a thousand timesThe virtue,Nor would you ever lose it,Dear brother, Nunda !
A blonde I, dressed and combed,
Bewitched my youth was by flowers.Frozen as snows on mountainsI was andBlown off by WULAR wind; (biggest lake in Kashmir)Divested by robbers, I wasIn dazzling bewilderment:Ruffled my half-cooked rice becameBy bran and huskWhile a poor man’s dayPassed for a year.