The Song of Love
The song of Love
Is an unending Melody
It’s roots lie in the Joy of the song
And the harping on the strings
Is the Gift divine
The Grace of the Guru.
The song has you in thrall, narinder !
It is not your singing.
The dancing of your feet is the Bliss of the song
It is not your dancing.
To the breath of Krishna bows narinder
For, His breath indeed is the Song.
And, to the Silent Song of Govinda*,
narinder’s feet tap in rhythm
While the clap of one hand
Reverberates in the Universe
As the soundless sound of OM !
(*another name for Krishna )
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