प्रेम-लीलाको शतकबाट साक्षात्कारको एक पल

Had I tended the heart’s unsullied love — weeding it,
gathering it, guarding it — and given it a form,
it is You I would have been creating.
Had I switched off the loud voice of the brain
and listened for the small footfalls
of this heartbeat, this coursing blood,
of each breath drawn in and each breath released,
it is the melody of Your own song I would have been following.

In a body You raised,
with knowledge You taught,
burning as fuel the grain You cooked,
shaping a handful of possibilities
chosen from options You Yourself had laid out —
had I only forgotten my own “immense contribution”
and lifted my gaze for a single glance,
I would have received at least one glimpse — one darshan —
of You, enthroned in every direction,
O Lord of my life!

From a century of love’s leela,
one moment of communion:
from the ocean of Your love
I long to raise a single cupped handful of nectar —
to drink it, to live it,
and to dissolve, losing myself entirely.