The worship

High, very high,
on the frost-covered mountain glittering with the golden rays of the sun
shines the temple of Thine
and keeping my tottering foot on the first step of its mountainous footpath
I am waiting for a while.

Birds send me communications
and with affection greet the wind.  
The pilgrims who have traveled on foot to a great extent
look at me with pity.  
But I am not concerned about it.

Giving up indolence and dependence on other
I have made a resolve for ascending the footpath of the holy temple of Thine.

High, very high,
on the frost-covered mountain glittering with the golden rays of the sun
shines the temple of Thine
and keeping my tottering foot on the first step of its mountainous footpath
I am waiting for a while.

Since I myself have been transformed into a temple
I have abandoned my intention to visit it.  
In the attractive temple of mine
incessant, eternal worship of affection is taking place
before the shining image of Thine.  
Neither a single flower nor sandalwood is available for worshipping.  
Nothing for incense also.  
Whence would I bring water for washing Thy fragrant feet?  
I hardly possess any intellect for performing prayer or chanting hymns.  
How shall I offer worship?

At that very moment, coming forth into existence
on the mountain range from within the idol, inspired by powerful love,
Thou proclaimed loudly:
‘Tie me no longer tightly in the illusory fraud of rites and ritual.  
Wherever thou standest, with the whole of thy being only fall at my feet.  
Thy worship will be over and my grace will also be secured.’

- Shri Yogeshwarji