I jumped on the train of life,
blinded by my pride,
I felt I could conquer
everyone in my sight.
Friends and enemies,
I recognised at once,
the useful and the useless,
I sorted out on the shelves of my mind.
Believing I was always right,
I started aiming towards the greatest heights.
Along the trails of this train of life,
I kept ignoring and repressing
all that was hiding in my heart of hearts.
A perfect stranger You appeared from the start,
but with every step and every stop,
I started piecing up all Your parts.
You had a turban, flute, peacock feather,
and a smile
that couldn’t belong to anyone
but my Dear Friend Divine.
We have passed a few stops on this train of life,
and I stumbled once or twice,
yet, You, Dear Friend Divine,
never let me fall behind.
On the final stop,
You grabbed my hand,
‘Are you ready to dance till your final breath?’
Thus, from a perfect stranger to my heart,
You turned into my eternal Friend Divine.
Always loving, always caring,
always guiding my heart of hearts
on the path towards Your Divine embrace!