Sat-darshana Bhashya (translation)

SHRI MAHARSHI

Let us open the "Talks with prayer to the Divine Lord, Arunachala, (the glowing Peak of Light) hymned by the great seer⁸²

“Cast Thy glance, fix Thine attention, give the touch, ripen me for the Grace of Thy Rule.”

"To be silent like a stone without blossoming, —can it be Silence true, my Lord ?”

"I thought of Thee and was caught in Thy grace; and like the spider in his web, didst Thou keep me captive to take me in at Thine hour.”

“Like the bee Thou stoodest face to face uttering: Ah, you are not yet opened into blossom.”

“Take me in union; or in the river of tears must I perish with body melted into water."

"Speechless Thou didst utter ’stay there mute’ and Silence Thou wert."

In the Heart is the Conscious Light, the one Real; That art Thou.

Not apart from Thee is there a marvellous Power.

Of this, an Atom, prolific of shade-with awareness endued,

Itself in the whirl of the unceasing present, is formed in the mirror of its own Thought-light.

Thus the Atom’s image is the wondrous world within;

And so is the outer world of senses.

O, Hill of Grace on Thee the canvas, yet not separate from Thee,

Falls and glides the moving shade through mind the lens; but unmoved Thou art there."⁸³