Swami Ram Tirath

Swami Ram Tirath

In the river's embrace, O restless drop, you were a pearl, and have now become a pearl beyond price.

Ah, with what grace you unveiled the secret of color and scent, while I remain a prisoner of their distinctions.

Annihilated, life's clamor became the tumult of Judgment Day; This spark, extinguished, became the fire-temple of Azar.

The negation of being is a wonder of the knowing heart; In the river of 'La' lies hidden the pearl of 'illa-Allah'.

To the unseeing eye, the final meaning is concealed; When its restlessness ceases, quicksilver is raw silver.

The Abraham of Love shatters the idol of the Self; The remedy for reason is the ecstasy of Love's Tasnim.