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Blessed
be thy Holy Name
How can I ever praise
thee my
Lord Brahman? How can I find words that will suit your magnificence,
your
splendour and your might? How can this small mortal ever express in
words
the greatness of thy Name, that is on the lips of all the wise and
saints
in history?
Is there anything
besides thee,
that can offer a like comfort to a man, as you did unto me?
It's now ten years
past since
I was ill and laid in misery. I hated life and did not know where to
look
for help. Nothing gladdened my soul anymore, not even the music I had
loved
so much with all my heart. I had failed in everything. I was tired for
months.
I was filled with a grief, that was too much for a man to bear. Four
times
in four years I was stricken with this mental illness, this devilish
fatigue.
I was in deep despair. Death seemed the only solution left. Would I
ever
be sane again and happy?
In this depth of
wretchedness
I started to meditate and called on thy Holy Name, you who are the
Comforter
and the Healer of men.
My own self was such a
great
disappointment. So I gave myself up, only to find a greater Self in thy
Holy Arms, the Arms of the most tender Mother ever conceivable.
You took your lost
child in
your arms and started to heal me with the same power which rejuvenates
the
flowers and the trees in springtime, with the same power which propels
the
dolphins when they surf over the smiling brim, with the same power
which
makes the honey bird shake its tender wings in the rain forest.
Thanks to your loving
kindness
and your grace (because it's not my doing, most gracious Lord, it's not
my doing), Gladness, the bounteous boon for the just and the righteous,
was again bestowed unto me, only to be the herald of more joyous
feelings
to come.
For thou art the
bringer of
ecstasy, dear Lord, the bringer of spiritual fulfilment, who can lift a
mortal up and make him resemble the gods in heaven, who can receive the
serious worshipper and make him into a Knower, an Experiencer and a
Feeler.
I want to thank and
praise thee
for the happiness you bring. Life seems so simple now. You have taken
away
all my sorrows, as you will take away the sorrow of all who will love
thee
and give their heart unto thee. I don't worry anymore, because there is
always You, the great Restorer.
Let me bow my head once more and with
ecstatic
joy cry out: hail thee, great King! Conqueror of grief and sorrow! You
who
are to the East and to the West and to the North and the South. You who
are above and under and in the middle. You who fills the whole Universe
and beyond with thy mighty presence. How did I deserve this? Why do you
make me so happy?
I was in deep distress and I deserved
it. But
now I am from minute to minute, from hour to hour filled with this deep
love for all, with this grinning joy and ecstasy and with this deep
contentment.
This is not my doing, Sir. Because I am only a fallible mortal, likely
to
make mistakes. When I use my intelligence for myself and on my own,
everything
goes wrong. But when I place my intelligence into your hands, there is
nothing
that can go wrong, there is nothing I do not know.
For you are the Knowledge and the
Way-things-go.
You are the Banisher of sorrow.
Let all the world know that Brahman is
the One
and the Many, who lives in the heart of the righteous.
Hark! He will restore everything for
the best.
Fear no more, grief stricken heart!
For Brahman will take away all your
pain.
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