1.
Mounts may rock
Mounts may rock, for once,
Cosmos may come crashing down.
He likes the one who doesn’t stray,
Even in most torrid of times.
Hiccups of spirits, low and high,
Can’t get her, she’s a braveheart.
Guru’s vachan is her only beacon,
She sails selfless without a care.
Company of the wise gives her a high,
She swoons like a sot day and night.
For resolves and routes, don’t give a damn,
Vicious is maya’s hex, snap out of it, bai.
Be such a devotee, if you so desire,
Confide in the legacy of vachan.
Says Sati Ganga, listen O Panbai,
Guru’s grace is your supreme haven.
2.
Thread your beads
Thread your beads in bright of the bolt,
You ne’er know when the pitch dark’ll pall.
Days will drift away in a blink,
Time will devour breaths, once and for all.
It’s an old mystery, woman,
Well beyond the grasp of a half-wit.
Want to know His little game?
Put your ego aside, that’s it.
Shed all your chains, come quick,
See for yourself the nature of soul;
I’ll unveil the oneness of opposites,
And cast you in a novel mould.
First among Gods, guru is above cosmos,
Follow me in his holy terrain.
Says Sati Ganga, listen O Panbai,
No airs there, nothing to feign.
3.
Get Ready to Live like a Pauper
Get ready to live like a pauper,
If you’re serious about bhakti.
Melt away your ego,
Feet of the guru is where lies mukti.
The world of the divine has no place
For caste, gender or race
Shed this phantom chain,
Be cool and take it easy, man.
The mantle of His woman is for those to claim,
Who are blind to flaws of others.
What do they care for hope and hanker,
Simply revel in abiding faith, sweet sister.
Be such a devotee, if you so desire,
And confide in the power of vachan.
Says Sati Ganga, listen O Panbai
Don’t settle for anything less, be His woman.
4.
You’re One
You’re one, He and you,
That says it all.
Sup this secret nectar,
In heady blues, dissolve.
Can’t have enough of His dapper looks, true,
What is sin, if one’s helpless by heart.
His company is the thrill of your song,
Ecstasy lies beyond letters on your tongue.
All illusions shatter to smithereens,
Once you shed your cast.
Meet your true self,
As it descends from heaven upwards.
Contemplating his form is sheer bliss,
Warps or wefts of mind, nothing is amiss.
Says Sati Ganga, listen O Panbai,
Nirvana is your soul’s supreme seat.
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