The Guru

What appears to be a memory,

            a sign of the past,

         awakens as You; now the memory is new.

 

Will not the rose bush bud and blossom

            with a new look to rejoice?

 

As soon as a child is delivered from the womb, it is given milk,

            and showered with affection,

            as befits a mother.

 

Isn't everything new, alive, universally-experienced?

Is not birth itself new, always the driving force of life?

 

When You, the Guru, appeared in the heart and gave me lessons;

what I didn't know until then, awakened into knowledge.

 

Isn't Guru in chaitanya bhava always awake

            and shining like this?