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| Guru Ki Yaad Me
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| (In the remembrance of Lord Sadgurudeo)
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Santvaani-Sateek (Commentary on the sayings of the Sants)
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Sant Mira Bai's Poems
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Fagun ke din chaar re... (Days of good fortune are few....)
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Poem:
Fagan ke din char holi khel mana re ||1||
Bin kartar pakhavaj baaai anahad kee jhankar re |
Bin sur rag chhatisoon gavai rom rom rankar re ||2||
Sheel santosh ki kesar gholi prem prit pichkar re |
Udat gulal lal bhayo ambar barsat rang apar re ||3||
Ghat ke sab pat khol diye hain lok laj sab dar re |
Mira ke prabhu girdhar nagar charan kanval balihar re ||4||
Translation:
Days of good fortune are few and short-lived, so make the most of them celebrating Holi, the festival of colours (in the right way). ||1||
Drum beats, produced without the use of (tapping of) hands, resound and uncountable notes (anhad naad) reverberate inside.
All the thirty-six musical notes are heard produced without voice (vocal cord); the divine melody echoes in all the pores of the body. ||2||
Solution of saffron (yellow colour) in the form of virtuosity and contentment is sprayed by means of the colour gun (syringe) of love and affection.
The inner sky has been coloured red (red colour is seen) as if the coloured powder has been sprinkled all over; countless hues have been raining torrentially (hinting at the sighting of divine light). ||3||
All the doors or coverings (of gross, subtle, causal, supra-causal etc.) have been opened, not caring for what the world (people) would think (Mira had to brave monumental opposition at the hands of orthodox elements from his family and society, but filled as she was with intense love for Lord Shri Krishna, she bothered the least for the aspersions hurled upon her by these elements).
Mirabai says that she has sacrificed everything at the lotus feet of her Master Lord Shri Krishna. ||4||
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Santmat — Victory To All The Sants |
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