The Garden of Love-Light


Printed in 1973 in Puerto Rico, these selected poems by Sri Chinmoy are translations from his early Bengali songs.

I sing because You sing.
I smile because You smile.
Because You play on the flute,
I have become Your flute.
You play in the depths of my heart.
You are mine, I am Yours:
This is my sole identification.
In one Form You are my Mother and Father eternal,
And Consciousness-moon,
Consciousness-sun all pervading.

O Light of the Supreme, O Light of the Supreme,
O Light of the Supreme!
Kindle the flame of Liberation within me.
Pour down the ocean of Compassion
Into my heart.
You are Immortality’s Divinity.
Accept my darkness, bondage, ignorance and death.

O Hope-River,
Carry me to the ultimate Beyond
Of Infinity’s Unknown.

In the garden of Love-Light.
In silence-dream,
O Beauty Eternal!
This heart of mine is in Your embrace.

Silence, silence, silence!
Inside my heart is burning today
The incense of transformation.
Silence, silence, silence!
Heaven and earth, the Infinite and the finite,
Are begging for my Transcendental Form.

I shall listen to Your Command, I shall.
In Your Sky I shall fly, I shall fly.
Eternally You are mine, my very own.
You are my heart’s wealth.
For You at night in tears I shall cry.
For You at dawn with light I shall smile.
For You, for You, Beloved, only for You.

In a sweet and melodious tune, You sing
In the core of my selfless adoration supreme.
You I see, and I hear the ringing of Your ankle bells,
O Crown of Infinity’s Height!
Your song, Your love,
Your Immortality’s immortal Law,
Will carry me, I know, I know,
To the shores of the Golden Beyond.

An infinite expanse of darkness
Covers the life of my consciousness,
Filled with excruciating pangs,
The light of my life, the darkness of my death:
All, all, at Your Feet now has been exhausted.
In the sea of peace my thirsty heart
Has discovered today Nectar-Delight.

In secrecy supreme I see You.
You live in my eyes, in my sleep,
In my dreams, in my sweet wakefulness.
In the stupendous mirth of life,
In the abysmal lap of death,
You I behold.
Your Love-Play is my world.

The sky calls me,
The wind calls me,
The moon and the stars call me.

The green and dense groves call me,
The dance of the fountain calls me.
Smiles call me, tears call me.
A faint melody calls me.

The morn, noon and eve call me.
Everyone is searching for a playmate;
Everyone is calling me, “Come, come!”
One voice, one sound, all around.
Alas, the Boat of Time sails on.

~ Sri Chinmoy

See also: Sri Chinmoy