Majesty of the Noble Thought
Golden rays of the setting sun mingling with the moon
At the far away horizon and the waves reflecting light towards home.
Somewhere under the canopy, meditating yogi, smiling sage
Watching the charisma of the divine heaven.
Seeing through the light of the eye coming of the darkness
And seeing the game to be played from dusk to dawn
As two lovers lost the sense of time,
Rangled, tangled in their commotional sweat,
It is like a habitual gambler’s bet.
Sun shall rise tomorrow again
It shall be another leaf of life which will flop over
And man will build an empire with the thought
And with the might of mind shall play the games.
What a tragedy, what a mystery
Everything is being done in God’s Name
What an art to find the God
When everything in our heart is going to rot.
It is like a lover’s kiss of goodbye
And one tear dropping from the eye
Like a tidalwave has hit the shores
And thunder has broken from the skies.
The throbbing beat of the lover’s heart desperate cold night,
Living in a nightmare still there is a bright hope
Golden sun shall rise again.
On the throne of the heart sits
the divine emperor of the noble thought.
Shining like the golden sun of the summer moon.
Playing before it, is the entire universe
Like that of the glowing beautiful moon
Merging and urging, working through
But keeping a look for the majestic order.
There is a whole universe in the play of these rays
Which comes from the sun and the moon at twilight time.
At no man’s space the play is called LOVE.
This longing of the love, seeking of the peace,
The passion and compassion, the glowing beauty,
Innocent children, wonderful loving memories,
Youthful plays and the sobriety of old age,
All shall be the gift of peace.
Man has to mend his ways
Every nation has to think before it says
The word WAR
Prevailing power of the prayer
Powerful steel of the slayer.
The force of the empire cannot kill the voice of truth
Which heaven loves to hear from the tongue of the seer.
Love and truth lives forever, lies do not live long.
Peace prevails and human ears hear the celestial song
Praising the God forever, forever, forever
Written by Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan on August 26, 1986 in Helsinki
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