Prabhata Samgiita

[ATMAN]

Oh Companion, Your eternal song
keeps my eyes wide awake at all times.

Through a flow of melodies,
day and night,
I keep on searching You in the recesses of my heart.

The morning sun’s crimson glow
fills vitality into each particle.
The colourful form of the evening sun
awakens within me a new consciousness.

What a divine game of Yours is this,
providing ever-new experiences?
An impression of love has filled my mind
and marked my life.

In the physical and psychic worlds,
all adore You in deepest contemplation.

[ATMAN]

If you do not cast Your eyes on me,
Oh Lord, please come in my contemplation.
I had threaded the garland with so much care.
Now all its flowers have fallen off.
Only the thread remains.

Why do You divert my mind entertaining false hopes?
Whatever I do each and every day in new and newer styles,
are all Your actions.
I have realized, Oh Ever New One,
You want to make me play Your divine sport.

I know in thunderbolts and hailstorms,
You are always with me.
In crashes of meteors and thunderclaps,
You bring me back to my senses
by subjecting me to pain and affliction.

[ATMAN]

He is my sweet shamaray.
He has entered my innermost heart.
I cannot part from Him anymore.

That sweet smile of His sheds pearls in abundance.
Seeing this, my eyes fill with tears.
I cannot forget Him.

The sound of His magic flute made my heart restless.
All darkness vanished, drifting away into obscurity.

All around there are only sparkles of effulgence

[ATMAN]

In the cool autumn breeze,
He comes, He comes, He ever comes.
The flowers of the white creeper fall.
The jasmine have all disappeared.
The chrysanthemum stretches her arms,
calling to Him with a smile.

The tender rosebuds are blossoming,
the ginger flower is intoxicated with life.
The black bees, full of hope,
rush soaring towards the sky.
In the cloudless sky,
the specs of stars are smiling,
keeping awake until He comes.

[ATMAN]

Some flowers want to strech out their arms
to delay the autumn forever.
The spell of winter has not yet come,
for autumn will not depart.

The leaves of the trees have not yet fallen.
In this atmosphere I sit and sing.
Let me feel You always near.
The dullness of winter is not yet here.

No mist is floating before the eyes.
In the lotus grove, laughter and no frolic.
Sitting in this atmosphere I ask,
"why do You alway say:
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going?"

[ATMAN]

In autumn my basket of flowers
will be filled with the touch of Your life.
The flowers are all disappearing
in neglect and disregard.

Those which remain
will wear coloured garments,
will wear the touch of Your life.
On the unnamed trees
the birds in their nests
repeat Your name in their minds.
With the touch of Your life.

In Your mind, I exist,
merging my merriment in Your merriment
blending my melody in Yours.
Now sweet nectar will flow,
will flow in the touch of Your life.

[ATMAN]

At the end of the autumn, in the frosty air,
why does the lotus not bloom?
Around the nectarless flowers,
why do the bees not hover?

Though in the forest
the lotus does not blossom,
in the mind it does.
Though around the flowers
the bees do not hover,
they hover around the nectar of mind.

In the melancholy melody of autumn,
the forest is filled with the song of sadness.
But with the thought of Him
no pain will remain.
At the end of autumn in the frosty air,
why does the lotus not bloom?

Though there is no sweet fragrance
in the flower,
let fragrance flow from our songs.
With His blessing
we will create a new world.
At the end of autumn in the frosty air,
why does the lotus not bloom?

[ATMAN]

Today, in the dawn, the autumn has come,
bathing in dewdrops it has come.
Why has it come, oh why has it come?

To adorn you it has come.
Bringing dahlias and chrysanthemums,
smiling in sheaves of golden paddy,
bringing sweet pomelos.

Smiling and giving a touch of orange colour,
bringing the perfume of the plum flowers,
smiling in the juicy dates.

[ATMAN]

In the aroma of rice, in autumn,
I remember the harvest festival day,
when we dedicate the harvest offerings to you.

The sky is full of countless stars,
the air is gentle and light and sweet.
The river is flowing in all directions.

In space, water and land,
everything is glittering today.
On every face a smile of sweetness.
On every head a disdem of joy.

[ATMAN]

You have come with the tremor of winter, who are you?
What is this beauty of yours?
Covering the green fields with ice and snow, who are you?
What is this beauty of yours?

In the biting north wind,
on the leafless trees by the wayside,
you wrote an unknown message.
Alas, what is this deprivation?
What is this miserliness?

The blizzard sends shivers through all of life.
The creepers and plants lose all their charms,
and all are singing an unknown song.
Amidst your love, why this heartlessness