His voice

Thy voice traveling from across the mountains
strikes my conscience continuously.  
I understand what Thou whisperest:
‘Come O my dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage,
come for meeting me!’

The snow-covered Himalayan peaks
stand before my mind’s eye with their glamour.  
From there so far comes the message and strikes my conscience.  
I understand what Thou whisperest:
‘Come O dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage,
come for meeting me!’

Mounting on the clouds gathered in the sky
Thou despatchest Thy errand through the ceaseless shower of love.  
And I understand what Thou whisperest:
‘Come O my dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage,
come for meeting me!’

I also send a message to Thee for keeping a little patience now.  
Engrossed as I am in the preliminary preparations for meeting Thee,
keep a little courage now.

But such an astonishing flow is Thy affection
that Thy message never terminates.  
And there will really rise one lucky golden day of our meeting
when called I shall stand before Thee for Thy concentration and union.

Thy voice soaring across the heavens and infernal regions,
earth, wind, water and fire, strikes my conscience continuously.  
I understand what Thou whisperest:
‘Come O my dear, liberating thyself from the fetters of bondage,
come for meeting me!’

- Shri Yogeshwarji