Author – Labib Mahfuj Chisty
O ever beautiful man! Beautiful man!
All worship, all worship, all offerings, all offerings are arranged in rows. Flowers still bloom in the gardens because they will be offered at your feet, nightingales dance and sing in the rose-beds! The sameer still flows in your desire for touch. In the fragrance of spring, the earth still offers the offerings of the new moon to you. Because – you are beautiful man. You are beautiful in meditation.
When in the Kunja forest, in the shade of your feet, the blood-stained jaws, the young man with the blossoms of the morning, the young man with the new-sun-colored meditation mirror, sought shelter in the shade of your feet, the eternal great time, on that day, in the worship of your new form, the eternal life of a thousand years was caught in a frenzy.
Beautiful – When you entered the bosom of the universe with a thunderclap, your dagger destroyed demons, when in the desert of crisis, you opened the Saimum altar, your great consciousness, in whose lightning all the formations burned, piercing the infinite emptiness, your compassion and mercy entered the infinite consciousness, the consciousness of unconsciousness returned to the vortex of that sunset, in the great stream of Zulfiqar, each form found its own form, awakening all the prisoners of death, life in the twilight, blooming the buds of consciousness. In that consciousness, you are the Lord of men and women! In the glory of your love-life, you are unique, eternally young – eternally beautiful, the patron of love. May the earth, nourished by the stream of your blessings, remain radiant forever.
At the bottom of the ocean of human knowledge, deep within the depths, at the root of the Bodhi tree with its myriad branches, O beautiful one of knowledge! The form of life, the form of the bottomless incense flame, the fragrance that awakens illusion, the chest of Vasudha, who was absorbed in meditation, your thunderbolt struck, you struck the human weapon, your peak of the past, Brahma, threw that illusory net of illusion into the deep fire, raised the cry of great love, the victory of great power, – you raised the dance of the Tandava in the human world, with your power, the destructive hand of great power burned the new sun, the eternal stream of consciousness that descended from your snow-covered mountain peak, enlivened Vasudha for an infinite time.
Where the imagination’s wildness is fixed, the lofty sky of the infinite and unapproachable great mystery is radiant, steadfast to hold the grip – O eternal beauty! When your pain is shining, your murder-sandalwood voice captures the soul – O blood-beauty! The sun of the grip is colored by your murder, the worn-out body finds life.
O human! The dust of your feet awakens the awakening of great love in the grains of stone. The nightingale floats in love with the flowers and fruits of the grip, the melody of your flute, in the sweetness of the moon soaked in your mercy, it exudes glory, you are that human – you are that beautiful.
Man-beauty! This is your victory song. O victor, the life of Basmati is in the dust of your path. O eternal great one – you are beautiful, you are unique in the ocean of humanity, infinite in human greatness, you are great love in consciousness, you are human – you are beautiful, this song of mine is about you.
Date of writing – 20/02/2015
Author – Labib Mahfuj Chisty