Oh Baba!

O Baba! let my anger die;
O Baba! let my soul ever lie;
High above the mundane level
So that it may all in bliss revel.

Baba! my anger is my bitterest enemy;
He is watching like a tiger to jump on me;
Kill the tiger, Baba, kill it and free me
From its fell teeth and claws and save me!

Baba! why should I cry forever in vain?
Baba! I know I can from Thee get enormous gain;
This only I need—the power to conquer anger;
This boon I ask—let there be anger no longer.

O Baba! let my mind be silent;
I am sick of talking and I am intent
On keeping my mind and tongue silent,
So that my inward life may be vibrant.

I am sick of making noise with my tongue;
I am sick of the world and hate the dung
Of sickly thoughts of wealth and women
Of mean quarrels between men and men.

Let me be silent, O Baba, like an image
In the temple, or like the Buddha of bygone age;
Let me see inwardly the majestic soul
And hear its music gently and sweetly unroll.

~K. Vaidyanathan
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, April 1962