Thy harp

Let the love strings of my harmonious harp
have the touch of Thy holy hands and
be twangled by Thy delicate fingers
to attain utter attunement with Thee, my Lord!

Embrace it to Thy bounteous bosom.  
Let it be beautiful by the pretty fragrant tear-flowers of delight
and be sheltered at Thy coveted feet.  
Let it be filled with the melody of Thy sweet song.

Accept this harp vibrating with the melodies of Thy Grace.
None else but Thou mayest touch it.  
Nowhere else but a place in They heart it may covet.  
Bestow boon on me, O Lord of my life!
that it may become Thy possession, Thy soul, Thy Love!

Let the love strings of my harmonious harp
have the touch of Thy holy hands
and be twangled by Thy delicate fingers
to attain utter attunement with Thee, My Lord!

Yes, my Musician, play on it with all Thy grace,
till it becomes the beat of some one’s heart
and inspires and awakens some dead diffident soul,
till in the tear drop on an eye it created a rainbow of delight,
till it provides shelter to the shelterless,
inspires hope in the hopeless,
and pervades its musical melodies in this desolate and insipid world.

But O my Eternal Musician,
it must have verily Thy knowledge and Thy concentration.  
Nothing beyond it must see or hear.

- Shri Yogeshwarji