COME
WHEN YOU CAN, MY QUEEN!
THE
door of our little hut is ever open;
Come
when you can, My Queen!
Take
your time to silence
The
incantations of the Priests...
They
try to hold you behind ruby bars;
They
try to bind you with golden chains;
They
try to enmesh you with cleverly woven Dogma-
But,
You
will bend the bars,
Break
the chains,
And
tear away the mesh
When
the time comes,
For
your heart’s sake;
Come
when you can, My Queen!
The
tears that we together shed
Shall
give you strength;
The
smiles that we together smiled
Shall
give you Power;
The
Hope that we together hoped
Shall
give you Will;
Come
when you can, My Queen!
Take
your time, My Queen!
Years
of waiting are but a moment in Eternity-
If
only you will come!
The
path to our little hut is thorny,
The
sky in our ancient forest is ever clouded
There
will be thunder and lightning
When
you come!
Be
not afraid, My Beloved!
It
is only God–guiding you to our Temple!
Near
the Basil plant
There
will be the marble pitcher
Filled
from my streaming eyes,
To
wash your feet
When
you come!
In
the niche within
Wrapped
in a ketak leaf
There
will be scarlet kumkum
Taken
from my bleeding heart
For
your forehead
When
you come!
In
the recess of the hut
Trembling
fingers telling beads-
Syllables
of your sacred name-
Wistful
eyes ever keeping vigil
Watching
the steady flame;
Thy
coming the only Hope
To
succour
The
Ascetic: Ascetic turned Lover
For
Thy sake, My Queen!
Come
when you can!