The state of the sadhus when immersed in love
They cry while they sing and they laugh,
This is very paradoxical, says Daya.
Drunk with the nectar of the divine,
Their state of knowing is unfathomable.
The riches of the three worlds are but worthless
For a sadhu, says Daya.
He puts his feet in one spot, but they land elsewhere,
His body is ecstatic with delight.
The more he drowns in the beauty of godliness
The more his love grows, says Daya.
He laughs, he sings, he cries; he rises and falls again and again,
He is ever-restless.
But once he has tasted the nectar of the divine, says Daya,
He can endure all pain of separation.
The flame of the anguish of separation is born in my heart,
Come, O divine, come my beloved,
Come, O enchanter of hearts,
Come, O Krishna, O simple one,
I long to see you.
My hands are tired of shooing crows,
My eyes of looking expectantly at the path.
My heart has fallen into the ocean of love,
And there is no shore, no exit.
Look! Anyone look! says Shakeel,
Is this not madness?
That I became his who could not be mine?
The path of love in the search for godliness is the path of the mad ones. You can belong to the divine, but it will never be yours – because if it is to be yours one thing is required: that you should exist. Someone can be yours only if you exist. But the essential condition for meeting the divine is that you should be no more. It will appear only when you disappear; only when you no longer are will it be there.
So one thing is certain: you can belong to the divine but it can never be yours. Who can make such a claim when you are no longer there? “My” can exist only when “I” exists. When “I” no longer is, what relevance is there to “my”?
On the path to godliness, there is nothing for the lover but to lose and lose; any talk of gain is futile. And the interesting thing is, it is in this losing that everything is gained. There is nothing else but to drown and to go on drowning; any talk of being saved is useless. And it is in this drowning that the saving happens. The bank of the river is found midstream. One needs to have the courage to disappear, and the first step in gathering that courage to disappear is to let go of your intellect, to let go of your cautiousness, your cleverness; to let go of all mathematics, calculation and logic.