Ever-In-Sai

When your love touches my heart,

it expands, and love all,

but evil forces without

take over when I am out.

Your presence expands me

my environs constrict me.

Oh Lord! give me a touch of your love

so I may live ever in bliss.

I may not give in to evil in me,

and my love-flower may blossom

Ever-ever in Sai!

Sai My Lord!

Love is Thy Nature.

Root out hatred, violence

bestow peace and love,

and make this earth a vast

‘Prashanti Nilayam’

Guru_an ocean

Guru_ is an ocean

who absorbs all impurities!

Make me so small

(that) I become limitless

(and) join the ocean of my ‘Guru’!

Swami! Make me pure and pious,

                             my ego humble

Touch of your Lotus feet may

lower me to smear ash of your devotees!

Calm and composed I am

my mind too is still!

Such is the benign power of my Sai

When He give  ‘Darshan’!

My joy is bondless

        Flowing Off bonds,

Please Swami, contain it

        so I may not soar too high

        to fall again!

Humble Prayer

I have a heart, not large enough.

I have a mind, full of desires.

I have ample means

I share not them all.

I see vices committed,

I am a willing spectator.

I have the ‘powers’

but I root out them not.

I commit errors, I repeat them shamelessly.

I have every deficiency,

a useless burden on Mother earth.

I am incomplete mortal, Swami,

make me whole again.

I am not a worthy beggar but

I pray Thou mercy.

Whatever I am

I am your humble servant Swami!

I am incomplete man

make me whole again


ps. in wordly sense the little-self is iliterate& quite unfamiliar with this foreign lingo,so excuse him for any gramatical, etc. mistakes! 

Pushpanjali Of 108 flowers-by little-self

This blog is placed at His lotus Feet
These pouring belonged to an era when Bhagawan Baba used to 'live' at His mandir residence!
      (He-SAI- is plural!)

Lord, I am ignorant

show me light.

I am lost

bestow me your awareness.

My mind strays

keep it above perception.

I give in to anguish

fill me with joy.

I am a pauper

bless me Thy name.

Give me a part of Thy Self

You are the ocean of Ananda

in bliss I may hear

Glory of Thy Satsang.

At Thy Lotus feet I pray

At Thy Lotus feet I offer,

Accept my Master

A humble ‘Pushpanjali’

108 flowers it contains

108 apologies I tender

Thy Mehman (glory) is beyond design

I dare not cross the line!.