God has conquered the poet; he will lay akk that he has at the feet of his Victor and Master, and there he will weep out his pain. The loving and merciful God will bless him and call him, and he will gladly welcome death and go to Him
Life and death are presented here as the two breasts of the Divine Mother. we are born strangers in the world, but this mother nurses us. Birth brings the should into this strange world; death takes it to the unknown eternity. Taken from one breast, the baby weeps; put to the other, he is consoled. so does man, leaving life, find rest in death.
The poet is eager to set out on the journey of death. He hopes to meet God, his Beloved, at the end of the journey. He will dress like a bridegroom and go without fearing difficulties and dangers, sure to be welcomed by God.
Death is calling, and the poet is about to begin his last journey. He thanks his fellw beings, his brothers, for their goodness to him, begs for their good wishes, and leaves to them whatever wealth he has.
The poet will die, but nature will go on. as usual, each passing hour will bring its pleasure or pain. As death is near, the poet is concerned with spiritual things and no more with material wealth. Nature makes no distinction between the rich and the poor.
Worldly wealth is futile. From his heavenly home man comes to this world weak and defenceless. He will return to that home leaving behind all the riches he collected through sweat and toil.
God makes man out of a part of Himself. His grief at this sundering is seen in the anguish and tears of His creation which is an illusion that veils God and man from each other. And so man’s search for his Make goes on through endless ages.
The whole of nature is ever on the move. The rushing torrents, the raging storms , and the fast changing seasons symbolize this swift dance of joy. The love and joy of the creator permeate all things and sustain them.
THOU hast made me known to ffriends whom i knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight that is which the summer breeze brings to my body – when I kiss you to make you smile.
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