Teach Me, O Sire

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Teach Me, O Sire

Poem

Such habits I pick from Thee O Sire,
Each running counter to human current;
Every trait of mine rendered obsolete,
Even visage of mine assumes Thy attire!

From Thee learnt contempt for human day,
Unmindful of the Sun’s daily prompting
Or to Nature’s sly lure not submitting,
Always heeding to what Krishna did say.

Of Thy deeds a few I strenuously mime,
Cajoling my clay with repeated will,
To ape Thy works of uncommon skill
Sourced from heaven into human Time.

What courses in Thy mind immortally still,
Seest Thou distant ends made near?
Or unknot tangles making miracles appear
By a mere nudge of Thy supreme will?

Teach me, O Sire, to be even as Thee,
August, immortal and eternally free.