Apr 24 2013

Darshan Singh – How should I tell of the feeling that reigns

Published by at 8:39 am under Poetry

How should I tell of the feeling that reigns
by Darshan Singh

English version by Barry Lerner and Harbans Singh Bedi

How should I tell of the feeling that reigns in the court of the friend?
Dancing light is my beloved’s face, cup and carafe are ecstatic!

Every nook and cranny is effulgent with his light;
Every mote and grain celebrates the beloved’s face.

On earth from end to end I see his beauty,
In heaven after heaven I gaze upon my friend.

Seeker banished from the beatific vision, look through the eyes of your heart!
How can you see the beloved’s light with eyes of flesh and blood?

Man’s sorrows I bore, this world I loved –
My whole life I gave to the work of my friend.

Brushing past me, it stirred my heart and was gone:
God! The morning breeze has learned to tease from my friend.

Let them try to imprison him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the beloved’s signs in every mote.

Very near your heart are seekers of your vision;
Those who look at the surface are exiled from the beloved’s light.

What can I say of the grace he showers on me within?
Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the beloved’s light begins.

— from Love’s Last Madness: Poems on a Spiritual Path by Darshan Singh, Translated by Barry Lerner / Translated by Harbans Singh Bedi


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Just a few observations with this poem…

I love the references to light, light and the beloved’s face–

Every nook and cranny is effulgent with his light;
Every mote and grain celebrates the beloved’s face.

A light that is everywhere, that not only inspires ecstasy, but is the medium of ecstasy. But to see this vision of beauty, we must learn to see with the heart into the heart of things:

Seeker banished from the beatific vision, look through the eyes of your heart!
How can you see the beloved’s light with eyes of flesh and blood?

This vision of beatific light can be so fleeting, especially when we try to grasp it. It is a fluid, living thing, to be witnessed and not held. It teases, like the morning breeze…

Brushing past me, it stirred my heart and was gone:
God! The morning breeze has learned to tease from my friend.

This luminous, living presence, do we find it in church and temple and mosque? Yes, but not only there. It is everywhere, within everything to one who looks.

Let them try to imprison him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the beloved’s signs in every mote.






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Sant Darshan Singh Ji was a modern poet-saint and guru of the Sant Mat lineage within the Sikh tradition.

Darshan Singh lived a life of balanced engagement with the world that he called “positive mysticism.” He was a family man and led a respected career as a civil servant working for the Indian government. He also published several collections of poetry. In addition to all that, he was a spiritual teacher to thousands, teaching a pathway of Surat Shabd Yoga, the yoga of light and sound.

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5 responses so far

5 Responses to “Darshan Singh – How should I tell of the feeling that reigns”

  1. Franceson 24 Apr 2013 at 12:13 pm

    This poem also speaks to the radiant form of his Master; that is the light that sustains everything. Darshan is speaking of the incredible experience of seeing his own Master’s form as it is seen in the next dimension. I know this only because Master Darshan Singh is my Master. The guru being the most important part of what is spiritual.

  2. Therese Monaghan O.P.on 25 Apr 2013 at 6:53 am

    You find such marvelous poems, Ivan.
    I especially liked the line:” The seeing eye finds the beloved’s signs in every mote.”
    And of course its the heart that sees. So near to our heart are our fellow seekers. thanks for the morning
    inspiration.
    Therese

  3. Franceson 25 Apr 2013 at 10:23 am

    It is not the heart or any level of sentiment which sees the spiritual world. It is the third or single eye that Darshan Singh is writing about. It is fully concentrated awareness. I myself have only experienced this twice. The rest of the time I can barely meditate. This poem is being written by someone who has learned to transcend his body at will. We must look at his poetry very carefully.

  4. Franceson 25 Apr 2013 at 10:33 am

    P.S. Darshan is writing about the “beloved”. That is his own guru.

  5. ebrahimon 26 Apr 2013 at 8:25 am

    Guru or god? God and guru? one and the same – different only in name? every appearance to its judgement, yet all essentially in eternal essence the very same. yes – guru is guru and god is god. but who really finds guru, there must find god too.

    Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the beloved’s light begins. the end of the perceivers perception gives way to the dawn of the beloveds sun. ‘ he perceives the eye while the eye does not perceive him’. quran.

    said the strong mighty sheikh, i yearned to see him, but he only came to me when i closed my eye. ever since than i longed to sleep, that i may see him again.

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