Calling the Lord (a Bhajan in English)
As comes the spring to a barren hill
or rain to a thirsty tree,
So Thou come to me, O my Lord,
so Thou come to me.
As comes the eve to a weary sun
or calm to a troubled sea,
So Thou come to me, O my Lord,
so Thou come to me.
As comes a poem to the poet,
or goal to a journey,
So Thou come to me, O my Lord,
so Thou come to me.
Sunil Uniyal ( born 1953-) is a poet and translator based in New Delhi, India. He has been writing haiku and poems for over thirty years and many of these have appeared in e-journals like Muse India, Kritya, AHA Poetry, Poetica Magazine, Sketch Book, Notes From the Gean, A Hundred Gourds and Haiku Dreaming Australia. His work in translation includes, The Target is Behind the Sky -Fifty Poems of Kabir, brought out by the Low Price Publications, Delhi in February 2012.
What a beautiful prayer Sunil. It is humble and soft, almost like Gregorian Chant. How comforting and refreshing! Sheri
ReplyDelete...or rain to a thirsty hill - beautiful words and a beautiful poem of hope
ReplyDeleteA beautiful prayer/poem Sunil...Nothing like the Lord's presence...my source of life! Thank you for sharing such a comforting word. ~Chris
ReplyDeleteSunil, what a wonderful poem. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
beautifully done angelee
ReplyDeleteBeautiful prayer Bhai.
ReplyDeleteRanu