Remember what I said. . . .
I said, Don’t leave, for I am your Friend.
In the mirage of this world
I am the fountain of life.
Even if you leave in anger
and stay away for a thousand years
You will return to me,
for I am your goal.
Today out of door, went somewhere,
trying to figure out, what’s going on,
tried to fight with thought,
by asking: "tell me what's going on?",
If someone asks,
“What does perfect beauty look like?”
Show him your own face and say,
The way music dance
म एक बाहाना हु,
गर्ने त अरु कोहि छ याहाँ,
म एक कल्पना हु,
सोच्ने त अरु कोहि छ याहाँ,
अरु कोहि छ याहाँ,
When one sees the problem lies within
And tries to go beyond habit's grip
Wishing to be free but not seeing the way
One becomes a seeker—worthy of wisdom
For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.
I thought I will, but I am missing,
important day, important time and the value,
something of my profile, something through your eyes,
nothing is changed to me, I found that to you too,
but, vary changes are already applied on both of us,
how could I forget the reality, only the truth,