krsna Posted May 29, 2005 Report Share Posted May 29, 2005 Shrila Saccidananda Bhaktivinoda Thakura quotes: Patrikara Uddesya, Sajjana Tosani: "In the name of bhakti in many places people are engaged in illicit or anti-bhakti activities in the name of practicing bhakti. If one does not expose those issues (cases) very clearly, then pure-bhakti will never be victorious or be established." Bheka-dharana, Sajjana Tosani. "One should compulsorily engage in endeavouring to trying to uplift the Vaisnava-dharma from the mud of contamination and trying to free it from all kinds of dauratmya (wrong ideas and practices)." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
krsna Posted May 29, 2005 Author Report Share Posted May 29, 2005 SHARAGRAHI VAISHNAVA Alas for those who spend their days In festive mirth and joy. The dazzling, deadly, liquid forms Their hearts fore'er employ. The shining bottles charm their eyes And draw their heart's embrace; The slaves of wine can never rise From what we call disgrace. Was man intended to be A brute in work and heart? Should man, the Lord of all around, From common sense depart? Man's glory is in common sense Dictating us the grace, That man is made to live and love The beauteous Heaven's embrace. The flesh is not our own alas; The mortal frame a chain; The soul confined for former wrongs Should try to rise again. Why then this childish play in that Which cannot be our own; Which falls within a hundred years As if a rose ablown. Our life is but a rosy hue To go ere long for naught; The soul alone would last fore'er With good or evil fraught. How deep the thought of times to be! How grave the aspect looks! And wrapt in awe become, O, we, When reading Nature's books. Man's life to him a problem dark - A screen both left and right; No soul hath come to tell us what Exists beyond our sight. But then a voice, how deep and soft; Within ourselves is left; Man! Man! Thou art immortal soul! Thee Death can never melt. For Thee Thy Sire on High has kept A store of bliss above, To end of time, thou art Oh! His - Who wants but purest love. O Love! Thy power and spell benign Now melt my soul to God; How can my earthly words describe That feeling soft and broad. Enjoyment, sorrow - what but lots To which the flesh is heir? The soul that sleeps alone concludes In them it hath a share. And then, my friends, no more enjoy Nor weep for all below; The women, wine, and flesh of beasts No love on thee bestow. But thine to love thy brother man And give thyself to God, And God doth know your wages fair - This fact is true and broad. Forget the past that sleeps and ne'er The future dream at all But act in times that are with thee And progress thee shall call. But tell me not in reasoning cold, The soul is made alone By earth's mechanic lifeless rules And to destruction prone. My God who gave us life and all Alone the soul can kill Or give it all the joys above His promise to fulfill. So push thy onward march, O soul, Against an evil deed That stands with soldiers Hate and Lust - A hero be indeed. Maintain thy post in spirit world As firmly as you can Let never matter push thee down - O stand heroic man. O Sharagrahi Vaishnava soul Thou art an angel fair; Lead, lead me on to Vrindaban And spirit's power declare. There rests my soul from matter free Upon my Lover's arms Eternal peace and spirits love Are all my chanting charms. (A poem originally written by the Thakura in the early 1870's.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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