Prayer Poem by ROCHISH MON

(This is my English rendering to a Telugu poem written by Poet Umar Ali Shah.)


Between knowledge and ignorance I am being burnt.
For food and drinks I am grieved.
I am bothered a lot.
Of the pyre of misery I am the fuel and I am rolling on.
How will you save me?
And how will you take me to you?
Oh lord, I am placing the responsibility on you.
I beceech you day and night and keep looking at you.
When I turn my eyes and path to look, only your form is seen.
When I stand and view only your light shines.
When I call, only your name is uttered.
You are the all, I am in you.

The streets in the world that are beneath the earth, no one can pass.
The land on the sky, no one can reach.
The depth of the sea no one can crawl.
But you exist there,
and not in me.

At the twilights,
at the dawns,
on the tender leaves,
on the new born infants,
in the water of the river that flow on the mountain top,
very often, you have mixed the blood of my heart. Is it not?
When I count the difficulties that are generated by the world,
how will I get rest?
Meditating on you gives me inner peace.
What is the conclusion?
Worshipping you is my desire - accomplishment.
No alternative, nothing more to hanker after.

Birds sing the songs of peace.
Nature, the virtuous women, shower the stars.
Hills rise up and bow down to your altitude.
All the worlds are your residences.
Am I not useful enough to even clean your feet?
Am I not fit enough to request you to save me from fears?
Am I not blessed to ask you to look at me?
Please come dwell in me, why delay?
Come to my vision. Why the imaginations?
Tomorrow does not exist at all,
oh my father.