Poem – Truth Lies Within – Goswami Tulsidas

Within the body lies the essence which the Vedas and the Puranas are seeking. 

Within this body exists the entire Universe, so the sagacious Saints say. 

Recluses, ascetics and monks are searching for Him in variegated garbs. 

Rishis, munis and avdhoots lay stress on scriptures and holy books. 

The learned of the world, puffed up with pride in their scholarly traditions, remain deluded by their erudition. 

They delude the world through the practice of pilgrimage, fasting and charity; 

They glorify bathing in holy waters and their gollowers bear the evil consequences. 

They get lost in rituals and external observances and never can reach the destination. 
Such is the state of people in this world 

Who keep revolving in the cycle of eighty-four. 

Only the Saints have attained the Ultimate, O Tulsi, 

They obtain liberation who realize this truth. 

The pedantic are engrossed in the practice of traditions, 

And evermore, in their ego, are they enslaved by delusion 

Poem – Glimpse Of The Invisible – Goswami Tulsidas

Lightning flashed in my eye, O friend, 

And brightly did shine the light of the moon. 

I got a glimpse of the Invisible within, 

And thirst and longing for the Lord were aroused. 

My ears received the boon of Unstruck Music, 

And Knowledge came like the explosion of light, O Friend. 

Dark clouds began to scatter and the sight 

Of the Divine Mansion was revealed unto me. 

Beyond the sun, the moon and the tunnel, 

Tulsi beheld the abode of the Lord Almighty. 

Poem – The Rainy Season – Goswami Tulsidas

In whom longing for the Beloved hath taken abode, 

Every moment his body becometh feeble and enervated. 

A stream of tears constantly flows from his eyes; 

The pangs of pain ceaselessly smart his body and mind. 
Like rivers in Sawan and Bhadon, overflows the stream of my love. 

Day and night I long for Him and tears fall like incessant rain. 
The pain for my Beloved increasingly penetrates my being every moment; 

My attention can be transfixed on nought but him, 

Even as the moon bird never gets satiated by looking at the moon. 
Dark clouds gather and burst with thunder, and lightning dazzles the eyes. 

The peacock crows in delight and the rain bird sings his longing. 

I yearn for thee evermore, my body keeps wasting away in anguish. 
When I listen to the Sound, I lose my patience and I write to my Beloved. 

With mind and soul as my couriers, I send my message to His inaccessible abode. 
When I hear the tidings of His well-being, 

My heart is filled with love and delight. 

Ever since this yearning for the Lord has taken hold of me, 

I have severed all connections with the world. 

Poem – Sound Celestial – Goswami Tulsidas

Listen, O friend, to the thunderous roar of Shabd, 
Which reverberates throughout the firmament. 

Water, which becomes turbid by relishing the earth, 

Gets cleansed of its impurities when filtered. 

Waves of pure bliss emanate from the heart 

When the moss that covers it is removed. 
Hold the arrow, be still, stretch the bow taut, 

Fix your aim sharp at the target, pierce the firmament. 

The invisible world is contained within the human eye, 

So say and describe all men of inner knowledge. 

Behold the Brahmand within, through your astral eye. 

When that eye is opened, everything stands revealed. 
The soul in Sunn will hear resounding peals of Sound, 

She will uncover and know the essence of Shabd. 
They alone, O Tulsi, will know that perfect state, 

Who have seen and experienced it themselves.