At the door I was of Hell,
When I heard a conch’s spell,
That traveling on golden wing
A message divine did bring.
It has gently holding my hand
Carried me through sea and land.
As I reached the high mount,
Of that voice’s ultimate fount.
I crossed temple’s threshold,
Neither I could express nor hold
Whatever in my mind dwelled,
With tears of joy my soul swelled
Seeing Thy sonorous smile sweet,
I bowed down my head at Thy feet.
My soul beholds Thy smile every day,
Peace and joy for all Thy wisdom’s ray.
And I remember all are thy names,
Sages call Thee the master of games.*
It’s Thy smile that sustains this universe,
With love’s thread this world so diverse.
I shed sorrowed skin of my past
And cloaking Thy kindness at last.
To our minds Thou remain a mystery,
In Thee who live, only they Thee be.
Games – Leela
In Thee who live – the ones who think of Divine Sri Hari or any form or formless, become the Divine themselves (losing their ego).