O Singer

Tara Pandey


To the other side of life
lead me on, O Singer,
to the other side of life.


Sing again, that song
that made me forget
all pain and joy,
Weave for me with your song
the abode of Beatitude.


When the fetters of Maya
are there no more,
when desires and expectations
are all gone,
then show me, O Singer,
that Blissful World.


What did I bring?
What shall I carry forth?
When I shall remain forgotten
then why my painful cry?


Make me forget, O Singer,
the cry of my heart !