PANCH-GYANENDRIYA

BRAMHA RANDHRA

Let me take rest out of this evil weariness…

My eyes are tired struggling upon bad scene

I have no patience to hallucinate

Let me see only you, the best of all … hay, (Jyoti-randhra) light of my eye.

Tongue has failed sense of taste

Neither say unusable words nor usable of this materialistic world

Let me enchant only your glory … hay, (Rasa- randhra) my inner voice.

Nose is nervous getting dirty smell

No-one to inhale other than your sweet /holy smell

Let me mesmerize with your unique fragrance … hay, (Basana- randhra) smell of my nose.

Skin has lost sensation

Instead You to feel something

Let me be sensitive, (even in sleep) to get your sensation … hay, (Sparsh- randhra) sense of nerve.

Ears are never adjusted beyond the unbearable noise

Never heard the barbaric words of this uncivilized society

Let me hear only your glorious deeds … hay, (Shruti- randhra) sound of my ear.

Oh, my God…Param Brahma!

Let me not force my hidden spirit into a tiresome world

Let me sleep on these--- Resting my trust upon you.

By which tomorrow all will be renewed, energized for a fresh and tired free morning.