A small book, Meher Githa by Chaganti Subba Rao (1915-1991), in Telegu and English, was brought back from
1. Myself Am Baba Himself
I am the bee and He the flower,
I am the flower and He the bower,
I am the servant and He the master,
I am the sheep and He the pastor.
I am the brook and He the ocean,
I am the stone and He the mountain,
I am the son and He the father,
I am the child and He the mother.
I am the cart and He the driver,
I am the instrument and He the doer.
There is between us not a gulf,
I myself am Baba Himself.
2. Tell Me, O! The Highest of the High
Your celestial embrace I care not,
Trample me beneath Your feet; care a jot.
I cannot for long stand in queue
For Your love; but I shall become You…
Time, space and distance cannot me bind,
though I to You am a new find;
I am chakora bird and You the moon,
I await Your ray of grace for a boon.
Let eyes shed hearing Your name,
Let hairs stand on end counting Your fame,
Let tears choke the throat seeing Your form,
Let body be lost realizing Your charm.
You steal my heart though not the thief,
You control my mind though not the chief,
I know not fully I love you why,
Tell me, O Highest of the High!
8. A Wayfarer
Penance I do not know,
To yoga I do not go,
My heart I do not show.
I am still a wayfarer.
Yourself I do not know,
Myself too ditto.
Why should I make a show?
I am only a wayfarer.
Love is hard to give,
But You want it anyhow,
Still I cannot give it now,
As I am a wayfarer.
Every milestone is the goal
So You always me cajole.
How many miles do I have to crawl
As a weary wayfarer?
You say, “You speak nonsense!”
But let me tell You once
To give me another chance,
Since I am a wayfarer.