Days are long gone,
when You were my champion,
I desired none,
but only to serve Your Divine and transcendental
echelon of spiritual warriors.
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
I stumbled and You made me humbled,
but I never lost taste
when serving His Divine Grace.
I carried out His orders
of chanting, reading, and dancing,
and His promise
of becoming happy
manifested without delay.
Alas, these days, it’s as if,
my little puddle of spiritual credits,
has long evaporated
due to the scorching rays
of selfish desires,
coming from my Sun-like
burning heart.
No taste for japa,
Neither kirtan,
Nor dancing,
and what to speak of
reading!?
All my senses have been dried up
by the poison-like liquid called lust,
which resides within the corners of my heart.
It’s a pity situation,
to be so dried up
of spiritual emotions
within this whole, infinite creation.
I am wandering about
like a person in a desert,
hoping to squeeze a drop of mercy
from any little stone and rock that I see.
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
I really can’t wait any more time,
for Your Shower Divine,
to put out the fire burning in my mind
and my heart to unbind!
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
please wash away,
all that is binding my heart,
so, I can taste again,
the sweetness of
Your Transcendental Flute Divine.
Your dried up want to be servant
is signing off his petition.