Saileelamrutha

Om Shree Ganeshaaya Namaha! Om Shree Kuladevatyai Namaha! Om Shree Sainaathaya Namaha! I prostrate before Lambodhara, who is the origin of this limitless universe that we inhibit. All forms are but your various manifestations. All the scriptures of various religions put together fail to describe your glory. What then is the recourse for a dullard like me. Knowing that you are the in dweller and the real doer, I submit my ego at your feet and beseech you to help me sing the glory of 2 of your Auliyas who reached your realm and submerged in the ocean of your love. I now go onto describe how Hazrat Lal Shahbaaz Qalander got the name of Shahbaaz (Falcon) by one fabulous miracle which proves that he had merged into oneness with the almighty in his heart. By his extreme spiritual austerities and love for the Supreme the saint had reached a state of god-intoxication. Always was he in a mast (Intoxicated) state. He would wear robes of the color red which made people affectionately add the nam

I saw a beautiful maiden She seemed to be of divine origin I rushed in pursuit of her But she was nowhere to be seen I searched land and air I searched here and there Finally within the forest I saw her golden temple I ran wildly to enter the temple But she closed the door in my face I was grief stricken as It seemed a torture to even breathe I went again in search of another entrance Of the divine beauty if I could but get a glance Try what I might, I could find no way Tired I went to the neem tree some distance away At the tree sat a fakir with divine countenance By looking at him, I went into a trance For there was no temple, no maiden No neem tree or even I There remained only the fakir He recommended that I do the zikr In his blissful company I realized That he is the source of all beauty The neem tree was actually in my heart It revived the soil which had gone dry The soil in my heart became fertile again Of bliss there was plentiful rain Oh Sadguru, get me out of the entanglemen

Paint my robes with the color red Let me wear the anklets that ring With divine love as I dance in your court I neither care for happiness nor sorrow As I whirl intoxicated in your love My red robes become colorless The wali of walis lies at Sehwan Holy place dear to Lord Shiva Barthrihari came down to tame The barbarous invaders from Arvastan In your court, distinction there is none Hindu and Yavana are one As you dance the dahamal divine Fariduddin Ganjshakar dances in tune Also comes Shams of Tabrizi Along with Jalaluddin Rumi As all of you whirl in ecstasy I see one, Sadguru Sai only For all are mirror images Of God's book, divine pages For in your heart lies The palace of the almighty And as you whirl your red robes vanish As a Falcon you soar high in divine skies There lies then only the palace Nothing exists anywhere else --Dedicated to Lal Shahbaaz Qalander Bow to Shree Sai! Peace be to all!

This Universe and it's vastness I know not The verses from different scriptures I understand not The questions posed by the atheists, answer I cannot The doubts of the agnostics, clear I cannot The mysteries of the universe I cannot solve The riddle of existence I cannot resolve Why is there happiness and sorrow I know not Why is there Pleasure and Pain I understand not The countless forms at once, behold I cannot Why everyone thinks differently, think I cannot Why are there so many paths , I know not Where they all are leading, I understand not Who you are, I know not Your greatness I understand not All I know is this in my heart I love your lotus feet most For in them seems to lie all answers Hence it is them I seek on earth and the skies You alone can show me the way On which path does your palace lay --Dedicated to the lotus feet of Sadguru Shree Satchitananda Sadguru Sainath Maharaj Ki Jai! Bow to Shree Sai! Peace be to All