Evaporate

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.