To Ma!

Sat and Ananda never are twain,
Chit and Ma are one and the same.
Ma, The Sweet, is sat-chinmayI,
The Truth that in Ananda shines.

Lullabying sleepy stars,
Walks She on the Milky Way,
Descends She on blossom-hearts,
As scent and nectar all the way.

Smiling as the moon-lit night,
Pouring mirth in sleeping buds,
Who then know when the morn does dawn
To smile back at the rising Sun.

She hides in musical notes
To render soul to song and dance
On the stage of creation, where
Star and dust play written parts.

In the beginning that never began,
In the end that never will end,
Dwells She, the Mother – The Majestic
Mistress of the Universe!

Mixing countless diverse hues,
Raising rainbows in the skies,
Singing in the rustling leaves,
Dwells She in our ears and eyes.

As ear of ear and eye of eye,
Kanaiya She is to seeing eyes!
Pranava She to those blessed
Hearing only Her anklet bells!

To forlorn windows in lonely nights
The soothing star She is!
The secret smile that always shines
Without change in changing scenes!

Vibrant pulse of waking life,
Silver light of dreamy plane,
Slumber's silent unknown heart,
Witness She in all the three.

Watching always all my acts,
Batting not an eyelash once,
Guard me, hold me, guide me Ma,
Through birth and death and brittle life.

Playing on my being's strings,
Seated on the pollen bed
Of my heart, Ma, You remain,
Smiling like a dawn of Spring.

Shining like the golden wick,
Inside me the silver lamp,
Light the world up that I see
Only You and nothing else.

Om Parasaktyai Namaha

PS: Approximate translation of a Malayalam poem which I had penned and offered toMata Amritanandamayi Devi when I had Her darshan in September 1992. I don't know what happened to the original. I saw Mother kissing it and then passing it on to one of Her ashramites.

Madathil Nair