When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight. <br />Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me! <br />My being is a play of the Consciousness: <br />The brahman playing with the brahman! <br />When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight. <br />Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me! <br /> <br />The five elements have sprung from the Supreme brahman <br />And are ever in his mutual embrace. <br />Blossom and fruit are parts of the same tree, and bole no different from the branch. <br />Vedic lore avers that gold is not different from the ornaments, <br />Names and forms differ once they are cast, <br />Yet, gold is always gold in the end! <br />When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight. <br />Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me! <br /> <br />By his own will, he became Jiva and Siva <br />And created the mystery of the fourteen worlds <br />‘You alone are him! You alone are him! ' chants Narsinh <br />Remembering him, countless saints have attained their goal! <br />When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight. <br />Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!<br /><br />Narsinh Mehta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-wake-up-the-world-recedes-from-my-sight/
