SHOBODAYAM........SHRI SAINATH -STAVAN MANJARI

[Guest guest]

Giving free rein to surmises and conjectures,

Arguments have flourished about you.

There, my insignificant

Words, how will they

prevail?

 

 

But when I behold you,

I cannot remain silent;

Because for encomium, words

Are normally the only

means.

 

 

Therfore, by means of words,

Whatever description is possible,

That I will always proffer,

With your

grace.

 

 

Saints, I reckon

Higher than gods;

For distinctions such as mine and thine

find not a place in their

proximity.

 

HIRANYAKASHAPU and RAVANA

Were killed because of their hatred of god;

Such a deed has never been done by

saints.

 

 

GOPICHAND, In the heap of garbage,

Buried JALANDARA ;

But that sage

Had no rancour for that

act.

 

 

 

 

On the contrary, the king was delivered

from the material world

And was immortalised ;

Such is the prowess of the saints,

It is indescribable

!

 

Saints are the Sun,

Their grace is illuminating ;

Saints are as pleasing as the moon,

Their benign ness is as gentle as

moonligt.

 

 

Saints, are the soothing musk,

Their blessing are like it's fragrance,

Saints are the juicy sugarcane,

Their blessings are like its

sweetness.

 

 

 

OM GURU NATHA

SAI GURU NATHA