My pride

If there is anything worthy of my being proud about
it is Thy charming face like a fleecy could of love,
and the sweet name of Thine,
whose pleasure can be tasted by me incessantly and with complete harmony.

If there is anything worthy of my being proud about
it is the soft, beautiful throat of Thine,
around which I entwine the delicate garland of my hands,
and through my eyes can travel into the eyes of Thine –
the eyes that are symbols of godliness or personified holiness.

If there is anything worth taking pride for me
it is Thy smooth breast as an abode of affection,
on which by placing my chest I can still mischievous storms of mine.  
It is by nestling on that fragrant breast of Thine
that with complete harmony of my harp’s tunes
I can enter into mysterious and concrete conversations with Thee.

If there is anything worth taking pride for me
it is Thy benedictory bosom unobtainable to the gods also
in which I can scour like an infatuated affectionate child,
become liberated in a while, and forget anxieties of every kind.

If there is anything worthy of my being proud about
it is Thou.  
Thou art my pride, only Thou, and whatever Thou possessest.  
Beside it all the universal loveliness and wealth is secondary.  
Therein lies the purport of paradise and supernatural powers,
salvation and earthly enjoyments, and lies also the pride of the universe.

- Shri Yogeshwarji