Believe undoubtedly in me, O singer reciting my verses!
My heart’s harp is filled with numerous melodies;
it is attuned to innumerable tunes of music.
The devout austerity of every moment is accumulated
in it’s every string, voice and rhythm.
Do away with one frequent style of the musical note’s prolongation
O singer! My eyes are accustomed always to investigate something new.
I have always greeted the fresh and the beautiful with flowers of worship.
Lest you should doubt for the shadow of some song sung before
and the grandeur of some great personality of the past,
this is the explanation.
You may call me magnanimous, a saint of a high order or a superman;
my seat is even higher than that.
How can I explain to you O dear singer,
this is the reflection of not even a thousandth part of my heart?
And that’s why, O my poet-laureate,
I ponder over the status of heart
producing such a magnificent, marvelous melody.
That can never be the subject of song, O my sweet singer!
That can never be revealed in rhythm.
- Shri Yogeshwarji