Well I thought I would not be able to find you here;
I didn't recognize that you aren't a stranger to me;
I didn't recognize your face in the mirrors around.
You said to me the last time:
'wherever you turn to I'm there;
It's the last time;
Don't roam around in wilderness anymore;
Breaking every barrier, removing all the veils...
...see that I am my manifestation;
I have not hidden my face...
...behind the piles of darkness over darkness.'
Now, I find you illuminating me and all the universe;
This all ends my ignorance right here;
Now, I realize:
You're the reality of my life...
...that has never to die.
O the Living! this is me standing before You;
This is me bowing my head to You in ruku;
This is me prostrating to you on my forehead;
Saying all the prayers that have no words and voice.
This is me finding rock bottom...
...realising that there is still a road to go ahead;
And that the road to the Real has got no ending;
Thinking that you have fully known the Real...
...is an unrealistic assumption;
In truth, the inability to comprehend is the real cognition;
This is me giving the further research away;
He is what He is, He is the Real;
Nobody can give His better definition...
...than How He tells about Himself in His scripture;
I know that is the only sound definition;
It's the only definition I've got to comprehend...
...and believe with conviction.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem