High on Waves

The Swan


The man of God
Moves about in the world,
Yet stays pure like a swan.
From him flows the nectar
Of the immaculate Name,
And he always sings
The praises of the Lord.


Within he dwells
On the celestial shores
Of the lake Manasovar;
His heart, detached from all else,
Remains absorbed
In the Lord's lotus feet.


He never opens his beak
For anything but the pearls
Of divine love and grace;
He stays silent, or he speaks
In praise of the Lord.


The crows of depravity
Cannot come near him;
Such a Swan, O friend,
Has realized his true Self.
He alone is dear to Him,
Who separates milk from water.