Molitve 4

    Šri Činmoj je 4. deo serijala "Moje jutarnje molitve duše i tela" ponudio u aprilu 1999. godine, tokom svojih treninga u dizanju tegova, u svom domu u Njujorku.

 

Moje jutarnje molitve duše i tela, 4. deo, naslovna strana (1999).

 

Izabrane molitve :

 

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My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

A heart of true God-devotion

            Is the fastest speed

In the world of aspiration

And in the world of dedication.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

2 April 1999, 8:31 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Srce iskrene predanosti Bogu

            Je najbrža brzina

U svetu težnje

I u svetu posvećenosti.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

2. april 1999., 8:31 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Please tell me, what actually happens

            When I lose imagination?

"My child, when you lose imagination,

            You become spiritually sick."

 

My Supreme, what happens

            When I lose inspiration?

"My child, your case becomes

            Extremely critical."

 

My Supreme, and when I lose

            Aspiration?

"My child, you spiritually die."

 

My Supreme, when I have imagination

In my spiritual life, what happens?

"My child, you become My joy."

 

My Supreme, when I have inspiration,

            What happens?

"My child, you become My pride."

 

My Supreme, when I have aspiration,

            What happens?

"My child, you become

            An exact prototype

Of My Transcendental Dream

And My Universal Reality."

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

7 April 1999, 3:30 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Molim Te, kaži mi šta se zapravo dešava

            kad prestanem da maštam?

"Dete Moje, kad prestaneš da maštaš,

            Postaješ duhovno bolestan."

 

Moj Svevišnji, šta se dešava

            Kad izgubim inspiraciju?

"Dete Moje, tvoj slučaj postaje

            Vrlo kritičan."

 

Moj Svevišnji, a kad izgubim

            Težnju?

"Dete Moje, tad duhovno umireš."

 

Moj Svevišnji, kad imam mašte

U mom duhovnom životu, šta se dešava?

"Dete Moje, tad postaješ Moja radost."

 

Moj Svevišnji, kad imam inspiraciju,

            Šta se dešava?

"Dete Moje, tad postaješ Moj ponos."

 

Moj Svevišnji, kad imam težnju,

            Šta se dešava?

"Dete Moje, tad postaješ

            Tačan prototip

Mog Transcendentalnog Sna

I Moje Univerzalne Stvarnosti."

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

7. april 1999., 3:30 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

I know, I know, I know,

If in the morning I offer You

A sincere prayer

And a deep meditation,

Then You will undoubtedly bless me

With a beautiful and fruitful day.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

12 April 1999, 9:55 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Znam, znam, znam,

Ako Ti ujutro ponudim

Iskrenu molitvu

I duboku meditaciju,

Onda ćeš me Ti bez sumnje blagosloviti

Prelepim i plodonosnim danom.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

12. april 1999., 9:55 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

            May my faith

In my aspiration-heart,

In my dedication-life

And in Your Manifestation-Smile

Every day, every hour,

Every minute, every second

            Increase.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

12 April 1999, 10:26 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

            Neka moja vera

U moje težeće srce,

U moj posvećeni život

I u Osmeh Tvog Ispoljavanja

Svakog dana, svakog sata,

Svakog minuta, svake sekunde

            Raste.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

12. april 1999., 10:26 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Thirty-five years ago

I came from India - the Old World -

To America - the New World.

            Before I left,

I prayed to the soul of India

            To bless me.

The soul of India compassionately

            And tearfully

Fulfilled my desire.

On my arrival here in America,

I prayed to the heart of America

            To embrace me.

The heart of America smilingly

            And unreservedly embraced me.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

13 April 1999, 7:10 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Pre trideset-pet godina

Došao sam iz Indije - Starog Sveta -

U Ameriku - Novi Svet.

            Pre odlaska

Molio sam se duši Indije

            Da me blagoslovi.

Duša Indije mi je samilosno

            I sa suzama

Ispunila želju.

Po dolasku ovde u Ameriku,

Molio sam se srcu Amerike

            Da me prigrli.

Srce Amerike s osmehom

            I bezrezervno me je zagrlilo.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

13 april 1999., 7:10 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Thirty-five years ago

I stoically wanted

            To change the world,

But now I am desperately trying

            To change myself.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

13 April 1999, 7:25 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Pre trideset-pet godina

Stojički sam želeo

            Da izmenim svet,

Ali sad u očajanju pokušavam

            Da izmenim sebe.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

13. april 1999., 7:25 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Thirty-five years ago

I thought that the world

            Belonged to the strong,

Both inwardly and outwardly.

But now I see that the world

            Belongs to the morally sick

And spiritually weak.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

13 April 1999, 7:37 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Pre trideset-pet godina

Mislio sam da svet

            Pripada jakima,

Kako iznutra, tako i spolja.

Ali sad vidim da svet

            Pripada moralno bolesnima

I duhovno slabima.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

13. april 1999., 7:37 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Thirty-five years ago

This world of ours

Was clear, pure and certain.

            But now, alas, alas,

This world of ours

Is confused, blind and greedy.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

13 April 1999, 7:48 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Pre trideset-pet godina

Ovaj naš svet

Bio je jasan, čist i pouzdan.

            Ali sad, avaj, avaj,

Ovaj naš svet

Je zbunjen, slep i pohlepan.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

13. april 1999., 7:48 ujutru, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Do give my devotion-heart

            A handkerchief

To wipe Your Tears.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

18 April 1999, 6:19 a.m., New York

After the prayer:

"The whole morning I had nothing but tears, tears for what is happening in Yugoslavia. God is so sad at what is happening there."

 

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Daj mom posvećenom srcu

            Maramicu

Da Ti obriše Suze.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

18. april 1999., 6:19 ujutru, Njujork

 

Posle molitve:

"Celog jutra dolaze mi samo suze, suze, zbog onog što se dešava u Jugoslaviji. Bog je tako tužan zbog onog što se tamo dešava."

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

You are telling me

That a seeker does not need

Strict spiritual disciplines.

He does not need austerities.

He does not need the highest

            And deepest meditation.

What he needs to realise You

Is only pure, pure, pure devotion.

You are also telling me

That all are equal in Your Sight,

But those who have sincere

            Devotion to You

Have a very, very special place

            In Your Heart,

And their hearts

            Are Your choicest homes.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

25 April 1999, 8:34 p.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Ti mi govoriš

Da tragaocu ne trebaju

Stroge duhovne discipline.

Ne trebaju mu pokore.

Ne treba mu najviša

            I najdublja meditacija.

Ono što mu treba da bi Te spoznao

Je samo čista, čista, čista posvećenost.

Takođe mi govoriš

Da su svi jednaki u Tvojim Očima,

Ali oni koji imaju iskrenu

            Posvećenost prema Tebi

Imaju vrlo, vrlo posebno mesto

            U Tvom Srcu,

Dok su njihova srca

            Tvoj najizabraniji dom.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

25. april 1999., 8:34 uveče, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

O my stupidity-flooded mind,

Do not try to understand God.

You will never, never, never succeed.

Just try to love God.

Lo, you have already succeeded.

            You have become

A truly choice instrument of God.

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

25 April 1999, 8:59 p.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

O moj glupi ume,

Ne pokušavaj da razumeš Boga.

Nećeš nikad, nikad, nikad uspeti.

Samo pokušaj da voliš Boga.

Gle, već si uspeo.

            Postao si

Zaista odabrani instrument Božji.

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

25. april 1999., 8:59 uveče, Njujork

 

 

 

 

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

Alas, alas, early in the morning

            Why do I forget

To fold my hands devotedly?

            Why do I forget

To bow to You prayerfully?

My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!

29 April 1999, 7:17 a.m., New York

 

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

Avaj, avaj, rano ujutro,

            Zašto zaboravljam

Da sklopim ruke posvećeno?

            Zašto zaboravljam

Da Ti se poklonim molitveno?

Moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji, moj Svevišnji!

29 April 1999, 7:17 a.m., New York

 

 

 

 

Izbor i prevod: Dejan Maksimović