The Lord Is Here
When thou art happy, little one,
Then Sai is thy companion gay
Laughing with glee, roaring with mirth,
Willing to join in thy innocent fun—
When thou art happy, little one.
When thou art perplexed, dear child,
Sai then assumes the role of thy teacher
Dispelling shadows, bringing light
Showing thee the right path, like a guide—
When thou art perplexed, dear child!
When thou art unhappy, my friend,
Sai is thy tender loving mother
Nursing thy wounds, thy grief to end,
Ready and willing Her love to spend—
When thou art unhappy, my friend!
When thou dost stoop to wrong, rash youth,
Remember thy father Sai is at hand
To advise, admonish and help thee find
The ways of virtue, with the lamp of truth—
When thou dost stoop to wrong, rash youth!
This Sai as a mother gives thee love and care
As a friend, He is willing thy joys to share
As a teacher, He helps thee in thy search for truth
As a father, He swerves thee from ways uncouth.
What cause now, for sorrow and grief?
What cause for thee to wail and cry?
What room for tears when our Lord is here?
Just surrender thyself to Sathya Sai.
—S. Udyavar
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Dec. 1967