The Self-A Shining Star
[Motivated by Lal Ded’s vakh]
To conquer
the self, each sense in command,
The mind
must reign o'er the body’s land.
To ride the steed of boundless grace,
And sail the boat to the heavenly place.
There, in realms of infinite light,
I found the saints, glowing bright.
They gave me nectar from a divine cup,
I drank, and my spirit lifted up.
I danced with joy in the gardens fair,
The bliss of heaven filled the air.
Now I live in peace, content to die,
A shining star in the endless sky.
Sham Misri (Sundra)
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