1. Once more, I bow to thee, Master
great!
A greater joy I find in
thy state;
The noble virtues graced
in thee
With friendly smile and
tranquility;
Humanized without a taint
unkind
A rare example indeed I find.
2. No pride of knowledge swelled thy
brain
No egoistic show or
stain;
No bragging bombastic
style
Or flattering crooked
guile;
Ever maintaining
composure cool
Thy body, as you said, a
worldly tool.
3. For proper use to help others
Who are our own soul-brothers;
To refine our own
indwelling sprite
To love our kindred souls
and light
Their darkened lives with
merciful rays
And make them tread in righteous ways.
4. Never found in thee, any trace of
greed
Or stung with envy, a
vicious seed;
Or splashed with clouded frozen
gloom
Thy face- a sober sunny
lotus bloom;
Not stained with angry
staring eyes
Or vexed with cursing
tone so high.
5. No trouble upset thy yogic mind
Unperturbed and cool we
always find
In thee, a balanced soul
above the thrall
Of worldly snares and
deceptive traps
Unshaken by unpredictable
mishaps;
With a sportive smile you
took all in all.
6. Unlike the fools who cry for human
aid
With hopes on fickle
persons laid;
You never stretched your
hand indeed
For help from others- a
noble creed;
Guided by Godly call, you
thrive
With equanimity you
always strive.
7. While others fawned for favors mean
Your actions match with
what they mean;
You marched unconcerned
far from craze
Like a majestic elephant
sage;
Fate planned thy life in noble
ways
Blessed by great masters you lived always.
8. With friendly sober looks you filled
my heart
Though not so worthy, with
noble thoughts;
Like a resting pilgrim
under the shade
Your kind presence a lot
of difference made;
Forgetful of trivial things
of world I find
Thy blessed presence so
soothing to my mind.
9. With thy calm look and humane touch
You viewed beyond the
human lurch;
A sense of wonder and
bliss we feel
To hear thy voice swell
like the Ganges with zeal;
No verbal ostentatious,
empty show
You made us feel the
innate sprite aglow.
10. My Master Great! how can I praise?
My lowly state, how can I raise?
Thy blessings only I implore;
Thy sacred touch within my bosom’s core;
No spiritual realms I long.
Thy sacred looks enough; accept my humble song.
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16th April, 2023 Somaseshu Gutala
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