Song He Sings
years ago, when Baba was emerging from teenage,
He sang this song while at the
(temple) on the outskirts of the village where
He was born. He has been, since childhood, a
stream of sweetness, singing His way into the
hearts of all around Him. Since He was not of
the earth, but very concerned to transform the
earth into Heaven, His songs then, as now, were
designed as a call to man to benefit from the
mystery, the majesty and the magnificence of His
incarnation. This song, in Telugu, emerged from
Him spontaneously, on the morning of
(the holy day in the Hindu calendar celebrating
the opening of the doors of Heaven), in 1945,
while devotees were busily stringing thick
(basil) leaves to worship Him.
I have heard
it sung since 1948 by those to whom He dictated
it. It was also printed in 1946, along with
other songs sung by Baba in those early days, at
Venkatagiri by the Raja Saheb.
it exhorts us. "Come! We shall see! Come!
Awake!" it warns. "Arise!" it commands.
"Advance!" it pleads. And through this song, in
cosmic compassion, the call comes to each one of
us even today.
brothers! Come sisters! We shall go
To holy Puttaparthi now. It seems
He wears a lovely robe of orange
His is heavenly glory; He is the Lord
He calls to give us freedom.
He says, they say, "I shall shower
the Chitravathi sands,
In the shadow of the hill,
This Baba, they say, daily reveals
That He is God in human form.
It seems He was at Shirdi last,
And is here, for our sake,
brothers! Come sisters! We shall
They say He waves His hands
As He often did, while there.
'Tis said they offer all you ask of
He is, they say, Siva and Rama,
Krishna and Maruti too.
All forms of God are one in Him;
You can see Him as such and such,
When you are good and true.
He is the God the
That's why, they say, He's come
To cleanse the world of lie and
Of mercy, he is the ocean
brothers! Come sisters! We shall
They say He is resplendent,
Resting on a floral swing.
Our hallelujah is the swing;
Adoration, the plank; homage, the
Hymns in praise, the fragrance of the
Whenever one prays in agony,
It seems He heals in a trice;
Like the cow, when the calf does
He hurries, hastens, runs.
His glance, they say, is soft and
His words are nectar-sweet.
Those who go to Puttaparthi
Are on the royal road, they say,
While we, they say, tarry in lanes,
Caught in maya,
with none to liberate us.
As soon as He Wills, 'tis said, His
palm is full
which He gives at once
To those who struggle, suffer,
Do not say, "We are busy now; some time
brothers! Come sisters! Let us go.
We'll go to holy Puttaparthi
For the darsan
of the Lord.
Join us, you uppish pseudo-wise,
And learn a little of His glory.
He digs His fingers into a heap of
With a chuckle on the lip
And a twinkle in the eye;
Wet balls of sand become
From far, far away, some dim-eyed
Pronounce it magic,
Be deaf to them; get up and start.
Don't reckon hardships; the reward is
In Parthi mandir, now, on this holy
leaves are strung into garlands
While He sings this song to bless the
This call has
brought the world to
where the Third World Conference delegates,
numbering about ten thousand, from various units
of the Sri Sathya Sai Seva Samithi, are meeting
during the Birthday festival, 1980.
leaf - Part IV of 'Sathyam
- is offered at His Lotus Feet by a humble
27-7-1980 (Guru Poornima)
N. Kasturi M.A.,