Realization of the truth

Thy impervious heart would not have fallen in love with anybody;
nobody would have been fortunate enough to become the deity of it;
that was what I believed before.

Others composed and sang Thy songs, and worshipped,
so that Thou might be propitiated.  
Thy adorned Thy image and thronged before Thee in various ways
for a single favourable look of Thine.

But I was poverty-stricken, had no knowledge of the language of love,
and was absolutely ignorant of its blandishments too.  
How could I understand worship, service and adornments?

If Thou had stretched forward Thy hand for embracing me then,
I would have collapsed.  
Even Thy smile would have acted as a fall of thunderbolt upon me.  
I was a prey to timidity and believed Thy approach utterly impossible.

But, anyhow, on that auspicious day,
we suddenly met each other and our eyes became one.  
Since that very day I became courageous
and began to live like the invaluable consecrated food of Thy worship.

And afterwards when we met frequently
and Thou untiringly drank my love without being satisfied,
I could comprehend and comprehend only then
that Thou wast more delicate than flower,
longing for making everybody the beloved self of Thine.

Nobody approached Thee for becoming worthy of Thy love.  
Consequently Thou seemed impervious to charm.  
Thou wast enamored of those that cast even a glance at Thee.

- Shri Yogeshwarji