Somewhere The Morning Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere the morning beginning with Hari Om, Hari Om and its repeated vibration,
Hari Om,
The eyes lie in closed, the mind free from and concentrated and the hands folded
With the vibration or silent stepping of H-a-r-i O-m,
Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Hari-Hari,
Om-Om, Hari-Hari,
Hari Om-Hari Om.

The sounding and resounding of it vibrating, encompassing within and encircling
As find you encircled,
At peace with your self,
There is nothing as that to give and take,
Everything is but His, Hari-Hari,
Of Hari.

The ghats of the Ganga busy with the devotees,
The sadhus and sadhakas bathing to ready for morning devotion
Like the murmuring waters and losing in devotion sadhus,
The body is shivering, but the lips taking the name of Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari, Hari.

And the landscape, the morning resounding with
Hari, Hari, Om, Om, Om,
Om, Om, Om, Om, Hari, Hari, Hari,
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari, Hari,
The whole cosmos,
Inner mind and heart and the outer space,
Hari, Hari.

With the morning, the sounding breaking forth, the birds chirping,
The sun about to flash
And it is resounding, sounding and sounding again,
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari-Hari-Hari,
The sound breaking,
The morning with the sound and resounding.
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari, Hari.

Where is not Hari, wherever likes it your inner mind to take, it will
Hari-Hari,
As Hari is everywhere wherever search you,
Search you Him,
Hari, Hari.
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari-Hari.