To Master on His Birthday To our Lord Kirpal, the Birthless, yet the very essence
of birth and rebirth in whom each moment is born and to whom it returns and in
whom it recedes- upon this, the anniversary of the earthly birth of His Divine
Mission. O Kirpal, our Master of Truth, bestower of Love and
Light, Our very essence and being are in You; Our sadness and sorrows recede in the vastness of Your
Divine Joy, Our happiness is but a shadow upon the Sun of Your True
Happiness. O Kirpal, intoxicated in You we become Your song, it is
in us, we are in it, It is forever blossoming, the flower of infinite elixir; The bee which partakes of this flower becomes the flower
itself, Yea, it becomes the seed, and the soil is endless and
deathless, And its air is Wisdom Divine and bliss, and the sun is
the Sun of Wonder and Eternal Love . . . Therein is the rain of madness of ecstasy and Holy
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