Mystic-Poems of Namdev

Reference: posted by: agochar on 6/30/00 to Kirpal Singh Satsang Club; Message number 467

THE GLORY OF THE RINGING WORD,
HEARING THE INNER SOUND CURRENT

SAINT NAMDEV, 1270 - 1350:

The thundering resonance of the Word
has liberated me while living;
Such is the service, O Lord,
rendered by Thy minister, the Saint.
How can I ever repay Thee, O my Benefactor?
Thou art my mother, Thou art my father,
Thou art my munificent Lord.
Thou hast blessed me with Thy overflowing
love within.
Through Thee have I experienced the glory
of freedom. *

MEDITATION DISPELS THE DARKNESS OF ILLUSION

SANT NAMDEV:

Thou art the Creator, Thou alone art my friend;
Thou, O Lord, art all-pervading.
True meditation revealeth Thee
in all Thy perfection;
And the snares of illusion
are rendered ineffective.
Vast and vicious is this mesh of illusion,
Whose intricate tentacles suck one dry.
Sing with all thy heart, the Name of the Lord;
It costs thee nothing, O Nama,
to repeat His Name. *

NAMDEV ON THE NEED FOR A REAL, GENUINE MASTER:

The Saints are an Ocean of Mercy, says Namdeva,
and they bestow upon us Knowledge, Devotion, and Love

He alone is a Saint, says Namdeva,
who is able to show God.
How fortunate am I,
that I have been able to see Him
in the company of such Saints.

Without the favor of these Saints,
the secret of spiritual life does not reach us.
The Names of God are various;
but unless the Saints confer favor upon us,
we shall not know how to meditate on the Name of God. **

* From: "Saint Namdev - His Life and Teaching," J.R. Puri, RS Books;
** From: "Mysticism In Maharashtra," R.D. Ranade, Motilal Banarsidass;

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