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72 / Bhai Vir Singh
The same idea is expressed in another poem:
Spoke the lyre to the lyrist:
"I give form to your songs."
The lyrist put the lyre away,
Enwrapped in her cover,
Then she realized:
"I was only a piece of wood,
"A mere string!
"A frame without soul!!
"It was my Master's resistless magic
"Which filled me with music;
"Which thrilled every fibre of my being.
"Then 1sang love!
"My master sang with me, too,
"And became entranced hearing the tune.
"Yes, he sang and he joyed,
"And he was lost in the melody."
Wondrous is your art, my Master!
Eternal your song.
You are the song, the music and the thrill;
You the joy, you the enjoyer, you the joyedP
Bhai Vir Singh's ideal--his God-Master--was thus the
source of all art, love and beauty. 'just as light comes from
above and is reflected in the mirror, beautydescends from the
heavens and shines through the beautiful,"2 read one of his
couplets. This God, the Creator of all beauty, he loved and
adored. He was a real, living entity for him and communion
with Him was the eternal quest of his soul. Separation from
Himwasa torment. Theremotevisions gave greaterpoignancy
to his longing:
Thou came in my dream,
And 1clasped round thee.
But it was all an effulgence which slipped from my grasp
My wrist was left atremble!!3
1. "Ras, Rasia, Rasal" in Mere Saiyan Jeo., p. 9.
2. "Guldaudian Aaian" in Bijliyan De Haar, p. 60.
3. "Kambdi Kalai" in Matak Hulare, p. 46.
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