 Portrait of H.H. Shri Swami Rama of the Himalayes by Helga Tiemann |
ODE TO THE SUN
By H.H. Shri Swami Rama Oh brilliant orb within the sky, My soul and breath to thee do fly. Thou art the refuge of my speech, Attainable, within my reach. Thou art the slayer of my foes, The vanquisher of all my woes, Thy light illumines all my sin, A fortress do I find within. All illness and disease do fly, When upon thee I rely. All weakness and fatigue are gone, When I discern the brilliant sun. You nourish me and give me rest, Thy beauty and thy grace attest. In thy presence I do feel All my wounds and sorrow heal. Thou art the source from which I come And return when I succumb. My fears and worries fly away When I am brought beneath thy sway. Eternally thy name is Om, Where the Vedas find their home. A thousand rays from thee proceed To satisfy my every need. Thou dost my life and breath sustain, Nourishment from thee I gain. Thou art the refuge of the wise, Fearlessly, thy love does guise. Salutations do I bring To that from which my life does spring. Salutations do I give To that which makes my soul to live. Salutations do I leave To that which stops my soul to breathe, And salutations to that flame, Where death no longer can one claim. May auspiciousness attend The one who knows thee as thy friend. Eternally, thy light does shine, Thy nature is to all divine. |