Now I finally see what you’ve done,
Left with me friends not a one.
Though quiet endlessly I can talk,
And somehow prevented on this way to walk.
Prefer that my words reserved for you?
No issue, this I can certainly do.
But my constant loneliness you should know,
Nowhere else, only to your lotus feet I go.
O Lord please know that I’m weak,
Material rewards so quickly I seek.
Like your brothers staying strong,
For resolve in devotion I long.
Lakshmana, Bharata and Shatrughna stay,
On righteous path, showing me the way.
To trifles so much importance I give,
Rather for your interest I should live.
With devotees advised to associate,
From saintly men never disassociate.
But if speakers in ignorance what about?
And with common sense and virtue without?
Their company shouldn’t I shun?
Fast from the stupid my instinct to run.
As names of Lord repeated some worth,
Even if in basic knowledge a dearth.
O Lord just look what I do,
So much tolerated just for you [smile].
Why desire to become You?
Rather prefer service to You.
In that work not to stop,
Baton of devotion never to drop.
Your running in Vrindavana mind to see,
With Your friends vision pleasing to me.
To serve You is soul’s business understood,
Devotional principles to bring ultimate good.
But in me selfishness only to preside,
In You my innermost thoughts to confide.
Whether praised by all or none no care.
At your beautiful vision I’ll always stare.
To stop my devotion maybe You will,
But never without fight I’ll stand still.
Shri Lakshmana is my guide,
Undying enthusiasm in him to preside.
You once asked him to stay home,
Request denied, not to leave You alone.
In same way I vow not to rest,
Because I know Your association the best.
With You Sita and Lakshmana come,
Hanuman also, devotee number one.
Decision made, no matter what You say,
By Your side this mind always to stay.
To support you to temples I go,
For importance of your work I know.
There in front of deities taking my seat,
And with practicing devotees I meet.
All well and good but one thing I don’t like,
Useless conversations of tripe.
Would be okay if in judgment they were right,
But sadly in all topics feeble their intellect’s might.
Of politics and finance I don’t want to hear,
Makes me wonder if from temples I should steer clear.
Better if they all just left me alone,
Then to concentrate on Sita and Rama alone.
To stay focused I will continue to try,
And on strength of the saints I will rely.
Spiritual master you should accept,
Why tradition of parampara you reject?
To take diksha is required,
For with devotion to be inspired.
But what to do, agreeing logic is sound,
But proper guru I have not yet found.
From chanting holy names should I cease,
And lose my only solace and peace?
In glorifying God my tongue should I bite,
And repress my enthusiasm of formidable might?
No, every risk I’m willing to take,
Whatever happens, fruitful this life I’ll make.
Why do you worry so much?
Think you’ll lose motivation’s touch?
Why not in Shri Rama believe?
You has He ever deceived?
All He says has been true,
Gave more than you ever knew.
Sita took care of you since small,
Raised from ignorance to poetic ability tall.
Endless worry over boredom do you,
But from bhakti always something to do.
Of loneliness and shame you’re afraid,
But take comfort in bed that you’ve made.
Kind-hearted saints gave you wonderful gift,
Upon you to use now for spirits to uplift.
Now the dawn of a new day,
But how to get going on my way?
As before the Supreme Lord adore,
And His divine mercy don’t ignore.
To act selfishly the easy path,
But complacency’s misery the aftermath.
Fixed worship surely a fight,
But your spirits it will excite.
Of Sita and Rama think and write,
Then always to start the day right.
Principles of Vedas I understand,
Goal for in spiritual world to land.
Regulative principles follow,
So in life of sin not to wallow.
Of Shri Hari think,
Nectar of devotion drink.
But time to me most unkind,
From work other thoughts to enter the mind.
Then from the principles I deviate,
And later with bhakti again to saturate.
Depressing to me is each fall,
But no option, for help no one to call.
Forward in devotion I go,
For of no other Lord do I know.
To live like a saint one day.
If names of Hari I constantly say.
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