Our love

How powerful and profound was the love of Thine to that of mine,
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

I remembered Thee at the time of leisure only.  
But Thou walked after me day and night
purifying Thyself with the dust of my feet.  
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

It was only during periods of peace that I recollected Thy memories.  
But Thou with Thy head down,
used to wait at my door for the alms of Thine.  
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

When stumbling over the pebbles falling into pits
and down from the hills, and when wounded by thorns,
I unhesitatingly blamed Thee.  
But Thou with blood-stained heels wandered after me.  
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine to that of mine,
how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

When clouds of calamities besieged me I couldn’t but get annoyed.  
But Thou wept and felt restlessness for a single glance of mine.  
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine to that of mine,
how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

I desired for Thy vision only.  
But Thou wished to become a garland of my heart,
to be enshrined in my heart, for that everlasting enjoyment.  
Oh, how powerful and profound was the love of Thine to that of mine,
how powerful and profound was the love of Thine!

- Shri Yogeshwarji