He Loves Me For Love's Sake Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Followers four come to me in this world,
The Lord revealed in His Song Celestial,
Three of them bring along a begging bawl
And hope, veiled whispers of wants would be heard.
One wants relief from his sorrows and pain,
Another desiring money and means,
Third, curious bird, seeks to know— nosy brain,
Their prayers plead and seek pardons from sins.

Prying brains feel: faith and belief seem odd,
Man of science seeks to know the unknown,
One even called some missing matter ‘god'!
The fourth loves me for love's sake, he alone.
He has wishes nor wants; seeks nor does search,
And finds in me an ever-lasting perch!
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In Bhagavad-Gita (verses 7.16-18) , Krishna tells Arjun: there are four Kinds of men that come to me: one in distress, one wanting, the curious one, and one wise with knowledge. The first two types we come across on a daily basis. The third type is also not far to seek. A recent example was that of a scientist calling his illusive sub-atomic particle a God particle. The Lord said, ‘I love them all, for, they approach me; but I love the last one the most. He loves me for love's sake.

Transliteration of the key verse:
chaturvidhā bhajante māmjanāh su-kŗtinah arjuna |
ārto jijñāsuh arthārthījñānī cha bhararśhabha ||
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Sonnets | 11.04.13 |