II. 56. dariya ki lahar dariyao hai ji
THE RIVER and its waves are one surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
When the wave rises, it is the water; and when it falls, it is the same water again. Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
Because it has been named as wave, shall it no longer be considered as water?
Within the Supreme Brahma, the worlds are being told like beads:
Look upon that rosary with the eyes of wisdom.

THOU HAST given me thy seat at thy window from the early hour.
I have spoken to thy silent servants of the road running on thy errands and have sung with thy choir of the sky.
I have seen the sea in calm bearing its immeasurable silence, and storm struggling to break open its own mystery of depth.
I have watched the earth in its prodigal feast of youth, and in its slow hours of brooding shadows.
Those who went to sow seeds have heard my greetings, and those who brought their harvest home or their empty baskets have passed by my songs.
Thus at last my day has ended and now in the evening I sing my last song to say that I have loved thy world.

THE DAY IS dim with rain.
Angry lightnings glance through the tattered cloud-veils.
And the forest is like a caged lion shaking its mane in despair.
On such a day amidst the winds beating their wings, let me find my peace in thy presence,
For the sorrowing sky has shadowed my solitude, to deepen the meaning of thy touch about my heart.