I sail ahead to uncertain seas. My captain, the one that drives me, he uses his only map to navigate all throughout this journey. Sometimes, the weather is as kind as a clear, refreshing bottle of water. Other times, a gentle breeze or faster wind would compel me to go beyond my usual speed. Oftentimes, rains would meet me like a friend that's politely pouring beverage into my cup, or vice-versa. Rains can also be like friends, fighting, or actually just having a misunderstanding. Anyhow, I continue travelling in these uncertain seas. Looking back, aren't rains actually helpful? Without them, I wouldn't be where I am right now. Why? Of course, it's the water cycle. Without precipitation, these bodies of water I'm on will be gone through evaporation. There are times when these outpours become storms and waves appear overgrown. My captain looks at the map steadfast and decides where I best go according to his judgment. In a number of detours, my captain discovered treasures. However, this time, we found ourselves surrounded by mist: tiny droplets of water in the air makes it difficult to see. I have hope, nevertheless, and always will: like before, I know that this situation will turn for the better. I have hope, indeed, and always will: that my captain and I will certainly arrive someday in the Paradise that we, O, so Hope for.
So, ShriHari is Soooooooo Beautiful! Right! So much that no one can really say how much! But the mind always needs to describe the glories which couldn't actually be described. This poem is just a funny one, where the mind tries to justify that beauty, justify those features, he is stupefied by that beauty and out of madness tries to justify how this might have came into being. He says that the Moon dyed itself with colour of sky, rather took that colour on itself and the Sun seeing that new dye, making the Moon, Moonlit Blue(Shining Blue) melted the Moon, the melted blue Moon then fell on the Beautiful Lord, Since Moon is visible in night, so the dark night accompanying the blue moon which fell on ShriHari reflected on him, giving him a dark blue complexion. Then there came another Moon, and a Sun, as his eyes, and a thousand lotuses became his smile. But the mind is now confused how shall it justify those roses on his cheeks(rosy cheeks)? A million Suns became his crown. And his jewels are treasures of Ocean he derived after Samudra Manthan(Churning of Ocean) that is Shri and Kaustubh(here no justification is needed, these were actually derived after Samudra Manthan), which always shine on his chest. Now his dark, thick locks, they seem like necks of Ananta(Sheshnaag) which are as if encircled around the garlands of Vrinda(Tulsi), (ShriHari's Tulsi Mala on Head) The Van Mala and Angvastram, rest on his chest and caress the Queen Shri on his chest ❤ The striking yellow as bright as lightening is his clothing. And in the end, the mind loses for there are infinite more attributes of ShriHari, how shall he justify all of them? Or anyone can? Continuously praising and beholding which is the pastime of wise and blessed!
Jaya ShriHari! Jaya ShrimanNarayana!
||श्रीहरि|| Param (Utmost Beauty) -A hypnotic Portraiture of ShriHari By Bhavya Gogia