In His Love We Bathe (Nahu Tujhiya Preme) –

In His Love We Bathe (Nahu Tujhiya Preme)

– Arnav H. Tongaonkar

From all the lands of the world,
All His people came.
For they were drawn to His light,
To His eternal flame.

And gathered we to rejoice,
To revel in His love,
While He stood amongst us there,
With clear blue skies above.

We listened to the simple words,
To sing along we tried,
And the words, they touched our hearts,
And silently we cried.

And all the while He stood with us,
While we sang and we forgot,
All our pain and all our sorrow,
Every sinful thought.

We, who knew not how to pray,
Nor the name of God,
Spoke as one, and sang as one,
The praises of our Lord.

All the while, He smiled his smile,
For He knew that each one,
Though in the crowd, was alone with Him,
Each His daughter and son.

And as we sang, each wondered more,
Is it I who sings,
Or does He from deep within,
These words to my lips bring?

And so we sang and forgot ourselves,
The crowd then was as one,
And gentle wisps of vapour then,
Formed clouds beneath the Sun.

We sang of hope, of joy, of truth,
Sang of life and love,
And all the while He prayed for us,
To His Mother above.

And each moment, upon His face,
A different emotion rose,
For the heart of each child,
Only the Mother knows.

And we sang, and we sang,
Our troubles far behind,
Deaf to the world, mute in our thoughts,
And to the surroundings blind.

And upon the final song,
We offered our lives to Him,
Keep us close, O loving friend,
Stay always within.

We rose as one, sang as one,
That glory or defeat,
All cease to matter now,
When we are at His feet.

On we sand and on we sang,
And tears filled our eyes,
We stood as one, spoke as one,
And looked up to the skies.

And lo behold, the wonder now,
Drops of rain did fall,
The blessings of His Mother showered,
For She had answered His call.

And for each, a single drop,
Of pure, clean rain,
Signalled the end of sorrow and strife,
An end to sin and pain.

And at the end, a simple smile,
Lit up His loving face,
As Bapu watched His children receive,
His Mother’s eternal grace.

|| Hari Om||