… Either keep away from this wine of love of Beloved Baba, or if you taste it, seal your lips against all complaints!
… It is not easy to take me as the Avatar of the Age. It requires great daring. Here in the meeting hall are the select few who dared to drink the Wine of love. Here there is no room for those that are shortsighted and weak of heart. Here one must have great daring; one must be prepared to carry one’s head in the palm of one’s hand.
… In this hall, all the cups of Wine are empty. But when the Divine Wine-seller opens his eyes, simultaneously all cups will be filled with love. Let us hope it will be soon! When I break my silence with that Word of Words, all your cups will be filled to the brim full of love — and then you may drink to your hearts’ content.
I am that Drop that has swallowed the whole Ocean! If you were to really love me, maybe one day you will see me as I really am. Love me wholeheartedly and you might one day get a glimpse of my Reality.
– Meher Baba
मेरे सिवा दुनिया से तुझे काम है लेकिन
तेरे सिवा दुनिया से मुझे काम नहीं है
मैंने ही तो मैखाने को मैखाना बनाया
मेरे ही मुकद्दर में कोई जाम नहीं है
मेरे ही मुकद्दर में कोई जाम नहीं है
बीमार-ए-गम-ए-हिज्र को आराम नहीं है
दिन-रात तड़पने के सिवा काम नहीं है
ये जल्वा-गह-ए-ख़ास है कुछ आम नहीं है
कमज़ोर निगाहों का यहाँ काम नहीं है
जिस में न चमकते हों मोहब्बत के सितारे
वो शाम अगर है तो मेरी शाम नहीं है
क्या जाने मोहब्बत की है ये कौन सी मंज़िल
वो साथ हैं फिर भी मुझे आराम नहीं है
तुम सामने ख़ुद आए नवाज़िश ये तुम्हारी
अब मेरी नज़र पर कोई इल्ज़ाम नहीं है
अफ़सोस वो कब मेरी नज़र देख रहे हैं
जब मेरी नज़र में कोई पैग़ाम नहीं है
शायद कि ‘नज़ीर’ उठ चुका अब दिल का जनाज़ा
अब साँस के पर्दों में वो कोहराम नहीं है
Bimare Gam-e-Hijr Ko Aram Nahi Hai
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Ye Jalwa Gah-e-Khas hai
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3 November 1962,
… After the message was read, Baba gestured, “If it rains, the program is finished!” Again he remarked to Ben Hayman, “If you go to sleep, I will go to sleep!”
Lata Limaye of Ahmednagar was called to sing a ghazal of Jigar (Baba’s favorite contemporary poet), and Baba urged her to sing it with all her heart without paying attention to the presence of the vast audience. She sang it melodiously, and Baba translated Jigar’s words:
The lover says: “Never let anyone drink the Wine of love!” His life is then nothing but turmoil. He is like a fish out of water; he experiences a volcano within. His entire existence gets torn to pieces.”
And yet, he pleads: “Let me have that Wine of love!” But once he gets that experience of Union with Beloved God, he realizes the divine bliss. Then he experiences himself as the only One, the Reality.
Extremely pleased with her singing, Baba embraced Lata amidst the crowd’s appreciative applause.
Next, from Andhra under the direction of Bhaskara Raju, a scene from their Telugu play Burra Katha was staged, depicting Baba’s life and work. Four men walked on stage to the accompaniment of tabla and harmonium. One narrated Baba’s life, while the others, dressed to represent a Muslim (Bhaskara Raju), a Christian (Venkatacharya) and a Hindu (Satyam), interrogated him. In between, Baba’s glory was extolled in songs. By staging the play at many different places in India, they had disseminated Baba’s messages. That day was their 150th performance.
Baba quipped, “My workers make me naked! They tell of my childhood, how mischievous I was!”
Eruch then approached the microphone and relayed the management’s request for all to pay their transport fees. Eruch added, when Baba gestured to him, “Baba says he has been talking about God, and now I have spoiled the atmosphere by talking about transport charges!”
Around 4:00 P.M., Jaipuri Qawaal began singing. He and his qawaali group had sung before Baba the previous May in Guruprasad, and Baba enjoyed his performance very much.
Habib Qawaal also sang a ghazal. During his singing, at times, Baba would explain the meaning of certain verses. At one point, he translated:
These are wonderful words. The lover tells the Beloved, the Perfect Master: “O my Beloved, I am also nonexistent in your love. I am burned up from head to foot. I am a live volcano all aflame! Don’t stop the tears that fall in the pain of separation from you! Don’t comfort me — don’t wipe away my tears with your daaman — otherwise your own daaman will burn. I only want union with you, nothing else; otherwise, keep away!” This is the complaint of the lover.
The lover warns other lovers: “Beware! Once you drink the wine of love, you do not belong to yourself. You are dead to the world. You cannot complain, for love seals your lips!”
Here is a warning to Baba lovers: Either keep away from this wine of love of Beloved Baba, or if you taste it, seal your lips against all complaints!
The joke is that the lover says: “I try my best to tread the Path; yet when I see you, I lose myself; I do not know where I am!” It is impossible to appreciate this qawaali song without understanding the depth of the meaning of the words. They are full of love; it is the language of the heart.
Another couplet sung by Habib Qawaal was:
Whoever is struck by this disease of separation from the Beloved never feels rested;
He is always restless like a fish out of water, but he cannot complain.
And:
In the court of the Perfect Master,
Wavering faith has no place.
Explaining that couplet, Baba observed:
It is not easy to take me as the Avatar of the Age. It requires great daring. Here in the meeting hall are the select few who dared to drink the Wine of love. Here there is no room for those that are shortsighted and weak of heart. Here one must have great daring; one must be prepared to carry one’s head in the palm of one’s hand.
It is no joke to love. If you have come to see this as fun, you will become fun yourself! The singer is saying:
I tried to see you a thousand ways, but I could not see you!
I see a beautiful face, eyes, nose, limbs, but I cannot see your Oceanic Form.
I have knocked my head on a thousand thresholds, but I cannot see your Real Form.
But only one in a billion can see me as I really am, in my Real Form. The meeting in Oneness is quite different from this sort of darshan. For that, unique love for and unflinching faith in me are essential. But do not worry.
In this hall, all the cups of Wine are empty. But when the Divine Wine-seller opens his eyes, simultaneously all cups will be filled with love. Let us hope it will be soon! When I break my silence with that Word of Words, all your cups will be filled to the brim full of love — and then you may drink to your hearts’ content.
I am that Drop that has swallowed the whole Ocean! If you were to really love me, maybe one day you will see me as I really am. Love me wholeheartedly and you might one day get a glimpse of my Reality.
As Jaipuri Qawaal sang, Baba’s face looked more radiant than a thousand suns. His being in all states of divine love was seen physically on his face. None knew how the two hours passed so quickly. All longed to be in his presence for some time more. Neither words, nor music, nor anything else was required. It was pure joy just to look at Baba. His luminous countenance contained Wine and intoxicated all.
At 6:00 P.M., the musicians sang Madhusudan’s arti and then embraced Baba. With the arti, the day’s function came to a close.
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