Prabhata Samgiita

[ATMAN]

In any low thought
I will not allow my mind to fall.
No, no, no, I won't do petty, selfish, small things.

I will seat my mind in the effulgence of meditation,
I will create a new world.
This world and the celestial realms are waiting for me
in breathless expectation.
I will fulfill all their hopes.
I will cause the stream of life to flow.

Removing all tears, I will bring smiles.
Crying will cease and flutes will play.
On this very earth will descend auspicious days.
Sorrows and pains will torment me no more.

[ATMAN]

Please say something, please hear me,
do not go away so soon.
In the infinity of the great blue sky,
don't ignore me.

In a hundred ways You keep me alive,
on countless paths and in countless streams.
Don't let the nectar of the flowers of my mind dry up.
Don't go away so soon.

Only You have I loved.
In sorrow and happiness, day and night,
I have kept the lotus of my mind blooming,
do not tear its petals.
Don't go away so soon.

[ATMAN]

O Lord, I love you.
Your sweet smile enchants my eyes.

In creepers and plants,
in the pollen of flowers,
in the blue of the sky,
in the flow of the streams,
You have spread Your sweet smile,
destroying the blinding darkness.

In the mountain caves,
in the bottom of the sea,
in every atom, in the depth of ideas,
You remain ever wakeful,
floating in the sweet blossom of mind.

[ATMAN]

You are in the minds of all,
and all are in Your mind.
In pain and pleasure, unknowingly,
all long for Your Grace.
Come closer to me, come still closer.
All long for Your Grace.

You sympathize with the sorrows of all.
You are the eternal companion.
Your enchanting flute and sweet smile,
breaking all barriers,
flood my heart with joy.

Beyond the ocean of darkness,
You are the effulgent light.
Of all loves, Yours is the greatest.
In Your rhythm all are dancing,
as if caught in the spell of a dream.

[ATMAN]

Oh Lord, come, come into my heart.

With Your rosy feet and charming face,
with Your sweet and loving smile.

Your name thrills my heart,
I am coloured with Your colour.
In Your song, in Your dance,
everything of mine dissolves.

In deeper and still deeper meditation,
my life loses itself in You.

[ATMAN]

Angabhumi (the motherland of BABA)
is the most beautiful place in the world..
On the earth another such a place can’t be found.
There is mountain snow (Himalaya) in the north.
And in the south Gridhkuta is doing Namaskar.
The holy river Ganga is flowing in the middle.
There is no comparison in the heaven.

Angika (the people of Angabhumi) are poor,
but mentally they are rich.
Oh Pathika (traveler) come to my house!
Please be seated a while
and listen to my happiness and pain.
Oh king of my mind, You know the truth.

You are my father, I am Your son.
You are elder (big); I am younger (small).
I have given You my body and mind.
All my breath floats into the sky.

My Angabhasa (the language of Angabhumi) is
as sweet as honey.
It is equal to the mother and language is also great.
Oh my dear friend, please come here
and listen to my sweet songs.
The language of Anga uniquely sweet.
Everybody accepts the greatness of the Angabhasa.

[ATMAN]

O Lord, I have been loving you in all aspects of life.
You did not come close, did not realize my agony,
why did you stay away?

My mornings went in playing and jumping.
Noon passed in cosmetic activity.

In evening, darkness appeared
while arranging the garland for you.
Even now there is hope in the mind
and I seek kindness and grace from the Lord.

Life and death both belong to you only,
hence I beg shelter at your feet.

[ATMAN]

O My Lord, for you how many eras have passed.
How many stars have fallen
and flowers dropped onto the ground?

How many nights went off
and how many mornings were disappointed?
The evening’s lamps were extinguished,
making way for darkness.

Today only you could get time,
remembering the pain of distressed.
The dark night is over now and the full moon rose.

[ATMAN]

O Lord, I have been waiting for you, why did not you come?
You gave me a date but even night has passed.

There is no fragrance in the flower today
and no moon in the blue sky.

There is no bliss in life, why do not you understand that?
I am your worshipper and sing this song to you.
You simply continue dancing on the tune of your flute,
without looking at me even once.

[ATMAN]

Where have those nights gone, today?
There is no moon in the sky of Vraja
(the childhood place of Krs’n’a).

The water flowing in the
Jamuna river has dried up.
What distress has occured to our Gopal?

We searched all over in the forests of Vrindavan,
no one is seen with smiling face.
The devotees are crying, where is He?
Now there is no more light,
but only pitch darkness.

There is no peacock dance on the tama’l tree.
There is no flower decoration on the kadamba tree.
A thunderbolt has fallen
on everyone’s hopes.
The smiling sea is carring waves of gloom.