Beloved
Mystery
JATINDRA MOHAN GANGULI
Thou ever a Mystery, so Thou be,
Beloved Mystery, I love mystery.
Behind it I run to seek Thee,
Far and near, over land and sea.
To the breeze I listen–
What message it brings?
And to birds
Whose praise they sing?
I ask flowers, their fragrance
To whom they send?
Shy their face, no answer pretend.
So the sky, so the heaven,
Silent they stay and stare,
Their bosom not bare.
Up the hill I climb,
Down the valley go,
They may show.
I ask the pilgrim, ask the stranger
All say No.
Thou ever a stranger
What mystery I wonder.
But in mystery I love Thee,
Eager ever in dream and wake to see.
What to do, how to live,
If Thou come, Thy vision give?
To my little flowers and birds
No more I go;
Clouds not lift my eyes to show;
No wind from hills of Thee to ask,
No bright stars in night,
I stare in dark.
Lovely valleys from them I turn,
Where no mystery, there no charm.
Into mystery deep I love to go
Let me go,
Thy face not show.
Come not, show not
Let me seek and seek,
Close and clear. I (may) forget Thee.
Beloved Mystery, mystery Thou be,
Ever, ever, let me seek Thee!