Did you ever question yourself - WHO AM I? BABA's answer, for your question, in a folk song... an EXCELLENT one...

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Did you ever question yourself - "WHO AM I?"Baba's answer, for your question, in

a folk song... an EXCELLENT one...

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1 Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! DummySee the Tamasha play of this puppet doll.O

Jiva, listen to the long long taleOf its past, its future, behind and front!

 

2 It rolled at first in mushy mireOf mother’s womb, its prison dark.It came with

a whimper, but all aroundThey smiled in joy and feasts galore.

 

3 “O Tragedy! I am born again,”It knew and wept, both loud and long.But all the

while, they caressed itAnd laughed to raise a laugh!

 

4 In its own dirt it wallowed day,Without a sense of shame;It rose and fell, at

every step,Acting daily a childish play.

 

5 It runs and skips with gangs of chumsAnd learns a hundred tricks and trades;It

grows so tall and thick and broad;From year to year, very fast and fair.

 

6 It moves in pairs, and bills and coosIn rosy rainbow style;It sings in tunes

unheard before,And quaffs the cup, unique and strange.

 

7 ‘Tis Brahma who makes these dolls in pairsAnd dolls and dolls in millions,But

this our puppet does not knowWhen it plays with dollies:Thim! Thim! Thim!

 

8 This Maya Doll like the Holly BullHas the Thamas rope in nostril hole;Lust and

anger are the scorpion whipsWhich whack the back of the Slave.

 

9 It gloats with glee, when others stopBefore it shuddering low;It doles them

pain; but cannot bearA microscopic share!

 

10 It swears and shouts and waves its armsAnd frets and fumes with blood-red

eyes;It is indeed a wondrous sight—Possessed by Devil Ire!

 

11 It scans and spells, it scribbles and swots,It does not know the reason

why,It runs in panic trying to gleanFodder for belly, willy, or nilly.

 

12 Ah, did you see this queer little dummy,With so many books in its

tummy,Turning and twisting in jealousy greenWhen a learned doll encounters it?

 

13 And, you should hear its secret cluckWhen a shameful sensual urge,A wicked

lurking greedIs satisfied in sin!

 

14 It proudly pats; what?, its own back!For beauty, brawn, vitality,While all

the time and step by stepIt moves towards senility.

 

15 It totters and blinks through wrinkles and folds;and when the children cry,

“Old Ape” “Old Ape”It gapes and grins a toothless grin—Its bones do clatter so!

 

16 Unto the last, it is lost in fear,Wear and tear and many a tearsome fray!Of

what avail, O Dummy Doll,your gasp and groan,You needs must meet the Doom.

 

17 Aha! The Bird! It shakes its wings!It flies out, brrrr, from out the cage of

skin.Empty, it tightens; vacant, it straightens;O, drag it out of sight; it

bloats and stinks.

 

18 The elements join their parents five;The doll’s desires are dust and ash;Why

weep, you fools, when one of youFalls on the crowded stage?

 

19 Uncles, cousins, aunts and friendsMarch in gloom until door of room!The Maya

Doll, alas, forgot its kin,The Divine Name, Redeemer True!

 

20 O Jiva, do not lean upon this slender reed;Just a sneeze! This frail skin

boatEndowed with thrice three leaksWill plunge you, middle stream!

 

21 This puppet weeps, it sleeps and wakes,When the string is pulled by unseen

HandThe Lord it is, who stands behind,But the Dummy swears, It is I, I, I.

 

22 Dharma, Karma are the hardy stringsHe tightens or He loosens.Unaware, the

puppet swaggersCriss-cross, on the planks.

 

23 It takes the world as stable—This silly strutting Dummy!A twinkle! He winds

up the show!Exit the pomp and pride!

 

24 O Jiva, you have wadedThrough ant and snake and bird;Seek and find without

delay,The road to lasting Bliss!

 

25 Bless your luck! You now can seeSai Krishna, He has come!Be kin with him and

you will knowYour what and why and how.

 

26 A million words so clever and nice,Can they appease your hunger’s maw?Light

the Lamp of the soul instead,And, freed from bondage, run out and play.

 

27 This song that tells of Dummy DollMakes Jiva sad and wise! I know;But, Jiva!

see the Leela grand ofSathya Sai NathAnd.................. Know Thyself!

 

 

(CAN SOMEONE, PLS, GET ME THE ORIGINAL TELUGU SONG - lyrics, or, audio, or,

video, AS SUNG BY SRI BHAGAVAN?)

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from: Dialogue 5. “SANDEHA NIVARINI”CLEARANCE OF SPIRITUAL DOUBTS A Dialogues

withBhagawan Sri Sathya Sai

Baba

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