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The Journey Into Divine Light and Sound Accompanied by the Beloved -- Mystic Verses of Sant Tulsi Sahib of Hathras (The Song of Virah)
[The following is the complete translation, made by Shweta Sharma, of Sant Tulsi Sahib's Shabd of Virah, a song sung when the lover suffers from the agony of separation from his sweetest Beloved.]
"Saawan is the month of love, of longing for the Beloved and as the drops of rain touch the earth, the soul thirsts more and more for union with the Beloved, the Guru.
"Tulsi weeps, Saawan without my piya (the Beloved, the husband) is nothing, the pangs of separation rise like waves in the ocean do, in the inmost core of my heart. Uttering and hearing words do not entertain me or suit my mood, my body and mind are convulsing with immeasurable pain.
"The sorrow caused by the absence of my Beloved husband is so intense that it makes me wander like a mad woman. My heart seethes with anguish, this separation torments me like a thorn that pricks the skin. In this severance from the Beloved guru, all the money and wealth of this world has become to me like the dust of this earth.
"Dark clouds laden with moisture have now become my enemies as they roar and whirl. I feel the twinge of the aching cry of the peacock and with this, the rumbling and twirling of the clouds fills my inner being and I become one with the turbulence of the skies. My soul begins to whirl and swing between the chakras (the doorsteps of these stations within) and I lose all awareness of the world outside.
"If my Beloved comes along with me, I would undertake this journey within the realms of my inner being day and night. Surat (the soul that is a drop from the ocean of the Supreme Being) is the current that moves up when it engrosses itself in the Divine Shabd [inner Sound] and Nirat [inner Seeing] (the current that detaches the Surat from the Shabd so that the journey of soul does not get hampered by getting stuck at one region of higher bliss).
"Tulsi makes a string of Surat and Nirat and ties this string with a pole that he makes of his mann (mind) and intellect. He merges with the rhythmic waves of the Divine Word that he encounters higher up and the Surat rises swinging with these waves.
"This rainy season, Tulsi says, get active in pursuit of true satsang ('sat' or truth, plus 'sang' or company: company of the true Guru, the Beloved, the husband). Only those who cross the third til [third eye] climb up and down this thread of Surat and Nirat and realize the path of Truth." (Sant Tulsi Sahib of Hathras)
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