Thousands of gospels

There is thunder in the sky and there are milky white clouds spread all round.  
Chatting with them some bird is loitering about.
In an atmosphere like this let me close my book and put it aside.  
Thou hast opened thousands of gospels for me.

The lightning with silvery heel is dancing in the midst of clouds
and the enthusiastic spectators, stars, secretly express delight with applause.  
Let me close and put my book aside now.  
Thou hast opened thousands of scriptures for me.

Thy heart begins to melt ultimately
and spreading out crores of hands in the form of innumerable rivulets of rain,
Thou demonstratest love for me.  
In an atmosphere like this let me close and put my book aside.  
Thou hast opened thousands of volumes for me.

In this open playground sitting on the wing of wind Thou pervadest,
and taking the form of waterdrops glitterest in the garden flowers.  
In the morning twilight unfolding Thy heart Thou playest.  
On such an auspicious occasion let me close and put my book aside.  
Thou hast opened thousands of gospels for me.

Rinsing the eyelash with affection, in this joyful child’s form,
slept Thou art by the side of mine.  
Let me close and put my book aside now.  
Thou hast opened thousands of scriptures for me.

And cast a glance at this stream too!  
Inviting me for floating Thou art floating in it singing slowly but sweetly.
In an atmosphere as this let me close and put by book aside.  
Thou hast opened thousands of volumes for me.

- Shri Yogeshwarji