Rabiya The Saint
It was a beautiful morning,
Rabiya the sacred was singing,
Inside her hut, she was chanting,
About the ways of God's making.
Through my hands
On that blessed day in a cool spring,
Sitting under the Bodhi shade, at Gaya
Got that mindful divine experience,
Forever I am
Vanished and gone.
Flew away with
Silent wings of love.
Language is created
Between you and me
Alphabets were very old
Me The River- - -My Destiny
Listen to that roaring sound, Listen
The mighty ocean, my ultimate destiny.
I have been flowing all the way for this
The fathomless deeps, full of diamonds.