Jewel of Liberation
In the clan of the mystics, a Master is king;
in the three worlds, no other God than he.
The guru brings rest to my life –
ocean of happiness, treasure house of love,
mountain of courage, he never wavers.
He is the Supreme Being, the root of detachment
who undoes the knot of body and soul.
He supports his devotees, mothering them
with the milk of abundance –
in the home of lovers he’s the wish-granting cow.
He paints our eyelids with the collyrium of Knowledge,
shows us our own inner treasure. –
his teachings bring us the best of luck.
He, the jewel of liberation,
disciplines the cruel, erases the negative
and rescues souls in numberless ways.
Within my body, the true Varanasi,
he has taught me the repetition
that releases me.
Now, says Dnyaneshwar,
I see only the face of my father within.
Dnyaneshwar, Many Voices One Song