Choothaamu Ra Ra...

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AUM SAI RAM

 

In the year

1945, when Baba was blossoming into a young adult, He sang the Telegu song

'Choothaamu Ra Ra' at the mandhir of the village where He was born. The beautiful lyrics were a

sudden, outpouring from the mouth of the Lord Himself. It announced the mystery,

the magnificence and the majesty of His Incarnation. Ever since, the sweetness

of this song has drawn devotees like bees to the nectarine Lotus Feet of the Lord

 

'Choothaamu

Ra Ra' means 'Awake! Come! See!'.

 

On the

auspicious occasion of the SAHASRA POORNA CHANDRA DARSHANA SANTHI MAHOTSAVAM

which the devotees of Baba are celebrating at the Prasanti Nilayam from

10.11.2008 to 23.11.2008, let us sing together this inspiring song as we become

aware of the Glory of the Lord-

 

"Come

brothers and sisters!

Let us go

to the holy land of Puttaparthi now!

He wears a

lovely orange silk robe

His Glory

is heavenly

He is the

Lord Himself!

He calls to

give us freedom

He calls to

shower us with His Grace

 

On the

banks of the Chitravati river,

In the

shadow of the hills

This Baba

daily reveals that He is God in human form

He was last

at Shirdi and again He is here for us.

 

Come

brothers and sisters! Let us go!

He waves

His hands to bless you

His hands

offer all you ask of Him

He is Rama,

Siva, Krsna and Maruti too

All forms of

God are His

You can see

Him in one of His forms

When you

are true and good

His the God

of this Kaliyuga,

Come to

cleanse the world of lie and sin

Of mercy,

He is the ocean vast.

 

Come

brothers and sisters! Let us go!

He is

magnificent, swaying on a floral swing

Our

hallelujah is the swing, adoration is the seat, homage is the chains;

The

fragrance of the flowers is the hymns in praise

Whenever

one prays in agony,

He heals in

a trice

Like the

cow, when the calf does moo,

He hurries,

hastens, runs

His glance

is soft and soothing

His words

are nectar sweet

Those who

go to Puttaparthi

Are on the

royal road

While we

tarry in lanes, cursing destiny

Caught in maya

with none to liberate us

As soon as

He wills, His palms are full of vibhuti

Which He

gives to those who struggle, suffer and stray

 

Come

brothers and sisters! Let us go!

Let us go

to the holy land of Puttaparthi

For the

divine darshan of the Lord!

 

CYA All at

the rendezvous with the Sweet Lord!

At the

Lotus Feet of Sai

Anita