THE DURBAR OF MY LORD
The distant home of my Beloved
Is nigh unto me.
I fly unto Him on the wings of Kirtan and Name.
The Durbar of my Lord is a Chinmaya Mansion.
I lay at His feet my garland of hymns.
He crept into my soul silently.
I realised the splendour of His mysteries.
I feel the Hand that has painted the colour
In the rose, in every petal and leaf of this earth.
I hear His voice in every wind and wave.
I behold Him in every cell, in every atom,
I every ray of the sun, in every drop of water.
(a) durbar - king's court
(b) kirtan - chanting God's names.
(c) chinmaya - consciousness
-- Sri Swami Sivananda
The distant home of my Beloved
Is nigh unto me.
I fly unto Him on the wings of Kirtan and Name.
The Durbar of my Lord is a Chinmaya Mansion.
I lay at His feet my garland of hymns.
He crept into my soul silently.
I realised the splendour of His mysteries.
I feel the Hand that has painted the colour
In the rose, in every petal and leaf of this earth.
I hear His voice in every wind and wave.
I behold Him in every cell, in every atom,
I every ray of the sun, in every drop of water.
(a) durbar - king's court
(b) kirtan - chanting God's names.
(c) chinmaya - consciousness
-- Sri Swami Sivananda
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