Purab-IX
(East)

I

1

Dear crow, after obesance fall
at the Beloved's feet-
Message I give thee, dont't forget,
in transit, I entreat,
I beg in God,s name secretly
my message do repeat;
My words correctly and repeat;
convey just as say.

2

Come flying my dear crow, bring news
back from the other side;
Sir down, a note of union strike,
and all in me confide...
My loved-ones that seem to abide
so far away, bring here.

3

From loved-ones, there in foreign lands
bring news, and not delay-
Thy feathers I will cover with
a wealth of gold-array-
Circle above his house, convey
my message to my love.

4

Oh! crow, I'll tear my heart from this
my breast with my own hands;
You peck at it before my love,
that dwells in foreign lands;
May be he says; "there are no friends
that dare such sacrifice."

5

The crow is back, and sitting now
On yonder twig, quite near;-
He came last night, and greetings sweet
Brought from my precious dear-
Stop spinning sisters! that I hear
All what Beloved said.-

6

The crow brought happy news for me,
From the Beloved mine;
My wishes all have been fulfilled,
No more I need repine-
My life is joy, powers divine
Have fruitful made my prayers.

7

A dog, a crow from loved-ones's side
Will so delight mine eyes!
On them my 'Self' I'll sacrifice
A hundred times a day.

8

Not make that crow a messenger
That doth for carrion search!
Will he deliver messages
Or heed his stomch's urge?
What message carry will that scourge
Whose speech is: "Caw, caw, caw?"

II

9

In longing for my loved-ones I
Do rove around all day;
Hoping he'll raise his eyes, and may
Sweet recognition grant.

10

My comfort all is from those eyes,
That smilingly they raise;
Loved-one's smiles have relieved my woe
And all my sorrow flies...
World thinks their emaciation lies
In hunger, but from sorrow' tis.

11

At mid-night Eastern Yogis closed
Their house...I failed to hear
Their soul-converse, when gradully
Dawn's pale lights did appear.-
Strange yogis, whose detachment here
E'en by compassion is not marred.

12

On high-way they already are,
To East, far East they roam-
And they have sacrificeed this home
To build the future one.

13

The East has killed me...none I find
To whom I can complain;
Advising world, and guiding it,
I lost myself my mind-
I made love to higher kind
Who were not likes of mine.

14

You comfort seek, and call yourself
'Sami', yet are not trained;
At journey's start exhausted grew,
And more and more complained-
You had not even found a guide,...
To be consummate, so you feigned-
Your soul should be to 'Sami' chained
With 'Him' identified for aye.

15

To keep your greedy body fit,
You beg for grains pretentiously,
May be that you your ears have slit
Palate to lease with luxuries.

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