All For Me

Emerging fresh; sounding hoarse
Steadily, mightily, gently the rivers glide.
They make all pure along the course;
I feel complete standing beside.

The Oceans hold a great store
Of strange life and blue magnificence.
When I glimpse the tides hitting shore,
I sense the enigmatic peace and tumult in its presence.

The deer runs for life in the forest wild;
The tiger chases for life and feasts on the meat.
One kills the other solely to exist.
Here, that's the way is it.

From nowhere sprouts a bud unknowing,
That is brought up under the sun's gaze.
Suddenly it blooms into beauty charming,
And spreads the fragrance in all the space.

The mountains, the valleys, the lakes, the trees;
The hyenas, the langoors, the owls eagerly peep.
A sweet chirp wakes to the dawn of peace
And the cool breeze mildly kisses my cheek.

The heaven and the earth greet
With dark dark clouds and frightening thunder,
Which fills the sky and down the drops fleet.
How my drenched soul feels God standing under!

These are all but in Your hands the puppets of some kind;
So complete, so serene, so pure that play so fine.
The body, the soul, the mind,
All's yours, O Giver, yet all's mine.