Happy Birthday Dear Baba

[Guest guest]

I search the earth for Your Birthday present.

I'd offer You coins of purest gold,

But all is Yours that bought or sold.

I'd send to You flowers of indigo blue,

But You made them and gave the their lovely hue.

I'd claim for You earth's brightest star,

But You are that Light streaming so far.

I wrote a poem, I'd let You hear,

But You whispered it first into my ear.

I'd give You my heart, except through Grace,

It's already Yours, Your dwelling place.

Bhagavan, Pure Love Divine,

I give great thanks, its all that's mine.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LORD AND MY GOD,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LIFE'S SWEET PASHAD.

Constance is so happy You let her find You.