The Atmosphere is dancing

Translation of an Urdu poem recited by the author at the pre-dawn Satsang on Master’s Birthday.

The atmosphere is dancing, the goblet is in trance, for the Divine Cup-Bearer has brought the message of Spring.

From Thee I have learnt to love the whole world; Thy message of Love I must give out to all. High is Thy place; so high indeed that the sun and the moon knock at Thy door to pay Thee homage.

Whenever they find themselves hard pressed by fate, the tipplers of Thy tavern take Thy Holy Name. Seeing Thee give to the Universe, the thought comes to my mind: The Most High Himself has come down to raise us up.

Darshan