Treasure Island

Goswami Tulsidas

(1543-1623 / Rajpur, Uttar Pradesh / India)

Glimpse of the Invisible


Lightning flashed in my eye, O friend,
And brightly did shine the light of the moon.
I got a glimpse of the Invisible within,
And thirst and longing for the Lord were aroused.
My ears received the boon of Unstruck Music,
And Knowledge came like the explosion of light, O Friend.
Dark clouds began to scatter and the sight
Of the Divine Mansion was revealed unto me.
Beyond the sun, the moon and the tunnel,
Tulsi beheld the abode of the Lord Almighty.

[Translation by S. L. Sondhi]

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 15, 2012

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