{"id":94137,"date":"2021-03-24T03:57:15","date_gmt":"2021-03-24T02:57:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=94137"},"modified":"2021-03-25T04:07:01","modified_gmt":"2021-03-25T03:07:01","slug":"chaitanyas-verses-siksastakam-in-rhyme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=94137","title":{"rendered":"“Chaitanya’s Verses” (Siksastakam in rhyme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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By Bhaktimarga Swami<\/strong><\/p>\n

Introduction<\/p>\n

The 8 verses are an expression coming from Chaitanya addressing His full
\nappreciation for Krishna in the form of His name, carrying the spirit of
\nthe feeling of separation:<\/p>\n

Victory to the sacred sound, that cleanses all around.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s filth in the heart, piled up from the start.<\/p>\n

Many births of desires, have burst up like fires.<\/p>\n

Therefore, the kirtan charge, is for humanity at large.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a practice so cool, like the rays of the moon.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the fruit of wisdom, with joy that\u2019s arisen,<\/p>\n

So sweet to the taste, we go there in great haste.<\/p>\n

You who are Divine, this sound is sublime,<\/p>\n

With thousands of names, they all are the same.<\/p>\n

In them all energies are invested, the names are tested.<\/p>\n

Rules? Not hard and fast, it\u2019s easy to pass.<\/p>\n

Out of sheer kindness, the sound is sure to bind us.<\/p>\n

Attractive! Accessible! Approachable! Doable!<\/p>\n

But what is most unfortunate.. I can\u2019t always appreciate it.<\/p>\n

To approach the sound, one must be humbly-bound,<\/p>\n

Like the straw in the street, one has to be meek,<\/p>\n

Like a tall, stout tree, tolerant as can be,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m telling you brother, it\u2019s the ego we have to smother.<\/p>\n

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.., respect is how it should be.<\/p>\n

With the right attitude, the constant sound has platitude.<\/p>\n

Oh, power behind the universe,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not looking to be fabulously rich,<\/p>\n

Not to be overwhelmed by the lustful itch,<\/p>\n

Nor entangled in the name\/fame hitch,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll have my bhakti list, though births persist.<\/p>\n

O Son of *Nanda*,<\/p>\n

I love you and I will assist you,<\/p>\n

But I\u2019m in an ocean, drowning without devotion.<\/p>\n

Pick me up from this ocean of death, before my last breath,<\/p>\n

While those lotus feet are handsome, place me there like an atom.<\/p>\n

When will the time come, when tears of love will run,<\/p>\n

And flow so constantly, while chanting in ecstasy?<\/p>\n

When will my voice choke up, in the course of shake up?<\/p>\n

When will hairs stand on end, as we chant to transcend?<\/p>\n

*Govinda* is your name, separation makes me insane.<\/p>\n

One moment lasts forever, like twelve years or whatever.<\/p>\n

Tears come like rain, your absence gives such pain.<\/p>\n

This vacancy in life, creates so much strife.<\/p>\n

But I know only you as my lover, there is no other \u2013<\/p>\n

Even when its rough, I\u2019ll never have enough,<\/p>\n

Of heart felt embrace, or when we find no trace<\/p>\n

Of you in your freedom to act, so I\u2019ll state the fact<\/p>\n

That I love you! I love you! I always will love you!<\/p>\n