My Lord,
I have so many complaints against You!Are You kind enough,
Are You brave enoughTo listen to my complaints?
"My child,
I am neither kind nor brave,But I am wise."
My Lord,
What do You mean?"I shall tell you what I mean later on.
In the meantime,Let me hear all your complaints
Against Me." ```My Lord,
Why have You given meA mind thick with darkness-nights?
```My Lord Beloved,
Why do You allowThe unfortunate memories
Of my pastTo invade and torture me
So ruthlessly? ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Can You not seeThat my days and nights
Are made of insufferable afflictions? ```My Lord,
This world of Yours does not want me.It does not even need me.
Yet not a single day passes byWhen You do not ask me
To love and serve this world.My Lord, tell me,
Why do You do this to me? ```My Lord Beloved,
Over the years I have been telling YouThat this world is a bed of thorns.
But You go on telling meThat this world is a bed of roses.
I am the sufferer!To me, You are nothing but a Lecturer!
```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Do You think that Your EarsAre too precious to listen
To the prayers of my innocent heart? ```My Lord,
What can I expect from You,Since You literally do not want to feel
The agonies of my heart? ```My Lord Beloved,
Why do I have to convince my mindUnnecessarily and foolishly
That without You,My life will be compelled
To flicker feebly? ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Because I pray to You the whole nightTo please You,
Sleep is displeased with meAnd it is jealous of You.
Sleep has deserted me for good.You have also deserted me.
Alas, where do I stand?Alone, helpless, worthless and useless!
```My Lord,
Alas, my mind has taught meOnly two mantras:
"What shall I do?Where shall I go?"
I am sure You have taughtThese two mantras
To my mind! ```My Lord Beloved,
You have nothing better to doThan subject me to the pain
Of Your Absence. ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Are You blindThat I have to give You sight to see
That I am standing in front of YouIn streaming tears?
```My Lord,
I sing Your Victory-SongsAt the top of my voice.
I can clearly seeThat You have kept
Your Ears completely sealed. ```My Lord Beloved,
There was a timeWhen I thought
You belonged to meAnd I belonged to You.
Now I am fully convincedThat You and I
Are two perfect strangers,And we belong to two totally
Different worlds. ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Every day early in the morningYou send someone to lecture me.
How is it that that personDoes not tell You
That my aspiring limbsAre all shattered
And that I do not have even an iotaOf love for You?
```My Lord,
Can You not seeThat my life is doomed
To watching and waiting? ```My Lord Beloved,
It seems that Your inner planeAnd outer car
Will never start functioning. ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Sometimes I burst into roaring laughterWhen I call You
"My Lord of unconditional Compassion." ```My Lord,
You have made me madWith the desire to see You.
I am doing my duty extremely well.But do You believe in fulfilling Your Duty?
How is it that, even for a fleeting second,You do not come and stand before me?
How long will You enjoyYour Compassion-famine-Life?
```My Lord Beloved,
I have seen the world.I have also seen its ways —
Deception from the beginningTo the end.
```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Why do You have to hideYour illumination
From this world? ```My Lord,
I cry for Your Compassion.You enjoy watching
Your Compassion snoring. ```My Lord Beloved,
I cry for Your Protection.You prove to me
That Your Heart-DictionaryDoes not house the word
'Protection’. ```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
I cry to YouTo save my reputation.
You, as usual,Turn Your deaf Ear
To me. ```My Lord Beloved,
My prayers and meditationsAre so disappointed in You
That they tell meThey are at a perfect loss.
```My Lord,
Every day I send my pure heartIn search of You.
With such eagernessMy heart runs here and there
To catch a glimpse of YouAnd prostrate before You
With such humble petition.Alas,
Every day it comes back to meWith utterly fruitless failure-pangs.
```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
I wanted to be the slaveOf Your Heart.
Perhaps it was presumptuousOn my part.
I changed my mind.I wanted to be the slave
Of Your Eye.Perhaps that too was presumptuous
On my part.I wanted to be the slave
Of Your Feet.Alas, Your lack of response
Clearly showed meThat it was nothing but audacity
On my part.Now I want to be the slave
Of the dust of Your Feet.Even the dust of Your Feet
Does not care for the pangsOf my heart!
My life is dancing inside
My humiliation-pride-room. ```My Lord,
If it is too difficult to save my lifeIn my own way,
At least save me and my lifeIn Your own Way,
Instead of not saving me at all! ```My Lord Beloved,
Just because I call You my own,Nobody wants me to be their own.
No!Not even my mind is willing
To accept me as its own.They have all forsaken me.
```My Lord Beloved Supreme,
The fire of my ceaseless longing for YouHas done only one thing:
Instead of illumining my heart,It has burned my heart to ashes!
Alas,Who can ever be a greater fool
Than I am? ```My Lord,
My mind is permanently in a rageThat I spend all my time
Foolishly on You.I could have spent my time,
According to my mind,More wisely and fruitfully.
```My Lord Beloved,
I thought You gave me the pathOf sweet, illumining
And fulfilling devotion.But now I see
That the path You have given meIs the path of birthless
And deathless frustration. ```"My child,
Are you not tiredOf your marathon-complaints?"
My Lord, why?
Why should I be?If You can enjoy
Your infinite Peace and BlissAll by Yourself
While torturing me,My heart,
And even my breath,Why should I remain silent?
But, my Lord, if You are tired,
Then I can show YouMy unsolicited compassion.
And to-morrow,At our mutual leisure time,
I can drive my complaint-trainAnd give You
A longer than the longest ride! ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Volcano-agonies of the seekers, Agni Press, 1995
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