POR | VIII | DRIZZLING | 17 | THE VEDANTIC LULLABY
| | homePOEMS OF RAMA | POR | VIII | DRIZZLING | 17 | RAMA राम
|| THE VEDANTIC LULLABY ||
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Sleep , baby , Sleep !
No sobs , no cries , ne'er weep ,
Rest undisturbed , all fears fling ,
To praise Thee all the angels sing .
Arbiter of riches , beauty , and gifts ,
Thy innocent Atman governs and lifts .
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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Soft roses , silvery dew-drops sweet ,
Honey , fragrance , zephyrs , genial heat ,
Melodious , warbling notes , so dear ,
And all that pleases eye or ear ,
Comes from Thy heavenly , blissful home ;
Pure , pure Thou art , untainted OM
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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No foes , no fear , no danger , none ,
Can touch Thee , O Eternal One !
Sweet , lovely , tender , gentle , calm ,
Of sleep Thy Atman doth embalm .
Thyself doth raise the spangled dome
Of starry heavens , O darling OM !
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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The sun and moon The playing balls ,
The rainbow arch bedecks Thy Halls ,
The milky ways for Thee to walk ,
The clouds , when meet , of Thee they talk ;
The spheres , Thy dolls , sing , dance and roam ,
They praise Thee OM , OM Tat Sat OM !
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
|| 5 ||
In lilies and violets , lakes and brooks ,
How sweet Thy sleeping beauty looks .
Let time and space , the blankets warm ,
Roll off Thy face by sleeping arm ,
Look half askance as baby lies ,
Dear naughty one with laughing eyes !
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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The shrill , sharp echoes of cuckoos ,
Are whistles , rattles , Thou doth choose .
The sparrows , winds and all the stars ,
Are beautiful toys and baby's cars .
The world is but Thy playful dream ,
It is in Thee , tho' outside seem ,
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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O wakeful home of rest and sleep !
O active source of wisdom deep !
O peaceful spring of life and action !
O lovely cause of strife and function !
To limiting darkness bid adieu
Adieu ! adieu ! adieu ! adieu !
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
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The beauteous objects , charming things ,
Are flattering sound of beating wings ,
Of Thee , O Eagle blessed Sovereign ,
Or fleeting shadows of Thy wing ,
Bewitching beauty half reveals ,
And as a veil it half conceals ,
The wearer of this veil , Sweet OM ,
The real Self , OM , Tat Sat OM .
Sleep , baby , Sleep .
SOURCE | SATYAVEDISM.ORG