The greatest love letter in history?

This engaging exploration reveals the profound nature of what is the greatest love letter: the Bhagavad Gita. Initially perplexed by its inaccurate and dishonest translations, the writer eventually recognized the eternal and deep message of eternal love within it. Unlike conventional love letters, this sacred text transcends time, offering a deep, genuine, poetic understanding of love and connection. I invite you to find joy and solace by turning toward true love, emphasizing that despite life’s turmoil, one can always return to the enduring embrace of this loving essence. Will you?

What is the greatest love letter in history?

Would it be a letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Riviera? Would it be Beethoven’s letter to his “Immortal Beloved”? Or would it be a letter from Romeo to Juliet, or from Juliet to Romeo?

I’ve read many of these letters myself. They were pale, untrue, and insipid. They do not compare to the greatest love letter of all time.

In fact, I discovered this love letter many many years ago, at the age of ten. I didn’t know what it was back then. I couldn’t understand it. It was in a language I didn’t fully understand, and the English translation confused me. Then I read another translation, then another, then another. Each was filled with contradictions and inconsistencies. Frustrated, I gave up after about fifteen tries with different English translations. Based on all these translations, I even wrote off the original as an absurd, useless piece of writing. But I must admit, was still intrigued by it.

Then, one day, I did get yet another translation. I had already made up my mind this would be another waste of my time. With low expectations, I read that one. I still didn’t understand it, but it seemed to make more sense than ever before. Then I read it again, and again, and again. I read that translation hundreds of times.

Now, after about 30 years of reading over and over again, I am convinced. Yes, this is the greatest love letter of all time. No, I haven’t fully understood everything yet. Or rather, it is so deep that many, many lifetimes of reading won’t be enough to fully plumb it’s depths. Yes, it’s that great.

What makes a love letter great? Well, it should be poetic, of course. It should be true, in the sense that the writer really meant what they wrote. And not just true in a fleeting moment of passion, but true forever. It should not be full of “sweet nothings” but it must be full of substance. After all, is love not eternal?

What is that love that changes with the seasons? What is love that fades with time? What is that love that ends with aging bodies and death? What is that love that does not endure?

What is great about this love letter? Is it that it is poetic, loving, and has endured millions and millions of years?

Anyone who reads this love letter, and understands it, falls head over heels in love. And that love causes them to rise, rise, rise above everything that is impermanent. This is a love that inspires countless sacrifices in millions. This is a love that is so great, that when someone associates with the smitten, they become smitten themselves. Indeed, this love is so contagious that no one can resist its clarion call, unless they dull themselves to it.

What is this love, and why is it so amazing?

Think about this… A lover separates from the beloved, and spends lifetime after lifetime separated, angry, envious, upset, sad. Millions of lifetimes… But the Beloved continues to love, continues to live in the heart of the lover. The lover goes through ups and downs. Sometimes the circumstances are fortunate, sometimes unfortunate. Sometimes the lover is happy, sometimes not. Sometimes the lover is angry, sometimes calm. But the beloved stays put. Continues to whisper loving guidance, with full freedom to the lover, to love the beloved or or leave the beloved.

In this love letter, the beloved discloses all.

  • This is who you are, my dear lover
  • You are inseparable from me, a part-and-parcel of myself
  • You are indestructible, just like me, why do you feer?
  • You dreamt that you can be happy without me, but are you happy?
  • This is where you are now, living your dream, or is it a nightmare now?
  • This is the nature of the world you inhabit, do you see as it is?
  • Oh, how you are hopelessly entangled in the consequences of your actions!
  • One action leads to a million reactions, and each reaction leaves behind a seed!
  • Lost in the forest of your actions and reactions, you have forgotten yourself
  • This is time, eternal time, absolute and relative, but how you are trapped!
  • This is who I am, your best friend and well-wisher
  • I am opulent in every respect, beauty, wealth, knowledge, fame, power, but I am renounced too!
  • I am all-powerful, but never force myself upon you
  • I know that you are unhappy and dissatisfied
  • I know you feel empty and lost, tired and confused
  • But you are a spark of my splendor!
  • I can get you out of that mess in less than a moment, easy, will you come back?
  • The love and joy you seek there can only be found with me, do you not see?
  • This is where you can be, with me here is my world, also yours
  • If you come back to me, you will have no troubles, no anxiety, no lamentation
  • Let go of your false pride, dear lover, it has come between us, I forgive you
  • You envied me, and you acted against me, but did it bring you any joy?
  • But here is what I have done for you since time immemorial…
  • This is what I will do for you forevermore
  • I care for you, more than you can ever imagine, can you see?
  • I hate to see you suffer, your suffering pains me!
  • Will you come back my dear part-and-parcel?
  • This is how you can come back, if you want to, will you turn to me?
  • I will show you the way, every step of your way, here, follow me!
  • I love you, even though I don’t need you, for I am self-satisfied
  • No one can make you feel as good as I can, can you see?
  • I am here, always available, should you ever care to turn my way
  • I will forgive, forget, and arrange for your return, fear not
  • But only if you want to come back, or else not.
  • All will be forgiven and it will be as if you never left
  • Love me or leave me, the choice is yours
  • But I shall love you for ever no matter what, for you are mine and I am yours

This is a tiny fragment of the essence of that love letter, of course, I can’t do it full justice.

Why don’t you read it for yourself?

Bhagavad Gita As It Is
Bhagavad Gita As It Is

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How Spiritual Practices Combat Material Pollution

Hyderabad, like many other cities, is a vibrant chaos of litter. Dedicated street cleaners face a relentless battle against the chronic litterbugs who trash the city daily. Despite their morning efforts, the streets revert to their messy state by evening. This mirrors our spiritual lives where temporary cleansings fail to eliminate deeper impurities. The battle against sin and distraction is exacerbated by our habits that pollute consciousness. The antidote? Fully embrace Krishna Consciousness—an all-encompassing practice that brings clarity, purpose, and purity to both streets and spirit.

I am here in India presently, the booming bustling messy city of Hyderabad.

Every morning, I walk back from the temple after the morning program. I admire the cleaners busily cleansing the streets of all sorts of garbage… pieces of paper, plastic wrappers, cigarette butts, and more.

Street Sweepers in Hyderabad
Street Sweepers in Hyderabad

They work quite hard, actually. They diligently sweep and clean up everything. They collect it all, put it into their carts, and take it all away. At about 8 AM in the morning, everything looks so neat and clean!

But come the afternoon, the streets look almost the same as they did before. This, despite all the hard work by the cleaners of Hyderabad!

No matter how much the cleaners clean, Hyderabad streets remain as messy as ever.

What just happened?

Litterbug city

The culprits are the citizens (no offense intended) of Hyderabad! Most of them are chronic litterbugs… I saw one man on a motorcycle. He opens up a sachet of tobacco. He pops the contents into his mouth and discards the wrapper right there. All this while he is stopped in traffic.

Motorcycle riders in Hyderabad

A child peels the wrapper off a sweet. She pops it into her mouth. Then she discards the wrapper.

A street vendor is preparing some fruit for sale… He discards all the peels in a heap behind his cart.

A fruit vendor in Hyderabad

A housewife has just swept her home, and she dumps the rubbish right on the street outside her house.

A man in a business suit is in a chauffeured car. He rolls down the tinted window of his fancy car. He out throws out an envelope, carefully torn into tiny bits. He spits out a stream of red tobacco induced liquid.

Boys light firecrackers on the street – it is a few weeks to Diwali. They’re getting a head start on the merriment… Every firework is left right there on the street where it went off… Bits of plastic, paper tubes, shredded paper.

Multiply that 11 Million times… the population of Hyderabad. It’s a recipe for one messy place!

Then the next morning, the cleaners will be at it again… sweep, collect, throw.

But Hyderabad looks as messy as ever, day after day. The rivers are open sewers, drains are clogged with plastic film… People have been spitting all over the place.

The cleaners don’t stand a chance, they are outnumbered!

Spiritual Cleansing, Materialistic Littering

On the spiritual path, people often engage in cleanups… Prayers, Purificatory rituals, penances, austerities… But sometimes we feel discouraged when there is no progress.

Faithful Muslims Praying

Let’s say someone prays or meditates (cleansing the consciousness) for 5 minutes, 20 minutes, or even two hours every day. Or more. What happens for the remaining time during the day?

It’s the same thing – gotta’ stop littering for the effects of the cleaning to show!

The streets of Hyderabad are cleaned each morning. But the actions of the chronic litterbugs make it seem futile. Similarly, our consciousness can be littered by where we choose to focus our attention.

It is important to focus our consciousness in a way that doesn’t litter our consciousness with more materialistic garbage.

The elephant’s bath

In a picturesque analogy from the Bhagavatam, King Parikshit makes this astute observation. He observes the souls passing in turn through regions of enjoyment and purgatory throughout the Universe. Souls are rewarded with heavenly pleasures for their pious activities, and punished for their sinful activities.

King Parikshit receives transcendental knowledge from the great sage Sukadeva Goswami

These pious and impious activities don’t cancel each other out. The after-effects of both must be experienced separately. Enjoyment for pious deeds, and suffering for the impious. And every such activity leaves behind a seed of future entanglement.

Many of us on the spiritual path are very keen to avoid the sinful activities. But all too often, we still fall victim.

क्‍वचिन्निवर्ततेऽभद्रात्‍क्‍वचिच्चरति तत्पुन: ।
प्रायश्चित्तमथोऽपार्थं मन्ये कुञ्जरशौचवत् ॥ १० ॥

kvacin nivartate ’bhadrāt
kvacic carati tat punaḥ
prāyaścittam atho ’pārthaṁ
manye kuñjara-śaucavat

Sometimes one who is very alert so as not to commit sinful acts is victimized by sinful life again. I therefore consider this process of repeated sinning and atoning to be useless. It is like the bathing of an elephant, for an elephant cleanses itself by taking a full bath, but then throws dust over its head and body as soon as it returns to the land.

https://vedabase.io/en/library/sb/6/1/10/

An elephant bathes himself with clean water
An elephant showers himself with mud

Many of us do the same… we engage in purification, and then we cover our consciousness with dirt.

What is that “dirt”… It is activities which cover our spiritual consciousness with material contamination. Think television, newspapers, mundane movies, games of crickets and soccer, video games, internet gossip and worse.

Why?

It’s so important to lose the habit of littering our consciousness!

Lord Krishna says this in His Song, the Bhagavad Gita, the Song of God…

विषया विनिवर्तन्ते निराहारस्य देहिनः ।
रसवर्जं रसोऽप्यस्य परं दृष्ट्वा निवर्तते ॥ ५९ ॥

viṣayā vinivartante
nirāhārasya dehinaḥ
rasa-varjaṁ raso ’py asya
paraṁ dṛṣṭvā nivartate

Though the embodied soul may be restricted from sense enjoyment, the taste for sense objects remains. But, ceasing such engagements by experiencing a higher taste, he is fixed in consciousness.

https://vedabase.io/en/library/bg/2/59/

You see, the taste for sense objects remains. There is facility, there is time, and so, we fall headlong.

But is there a way to prevent this? How to avoid the fall?

केचित्केवलया भक्त्या वासुदेवपरायणा: ।
अघं धुन्वन्ति कार्त्स्‍न्येन नीहारमिव भास्कर: ॥ १५ ॥

kecit kevalayā bhaktyā
vāsudeva-parāyaṇāḥ
aghaṁ dhunvanti kārtsnyena
nīhāram iva bhāskaraḥ

Translation

Only a rare person who has adopted complete, unalloyed devotional service to Kṛṣṇa can uproot the weeds of sinful actions with no possibility that they will revive. He can do this simply by discharging devotional service, just as the sun can immediately dissipate fog by its rays.

https://vedabase.io/en/library/sb/6/1/15/

The process of Krishna Consciousness is so sublime. There is Krishna Consciousness activity to immerse ourselves twenty four hours a day.

24/7 Spiritual Engagement

We can start with rising early for Mangala Arati. We can engage in a full morning program of hearing, chanting, and worship. Our consciousness becomes charged up with Krishna. We can then insert Krishna Conscious thoughts, words, and deeds throughout the day as we go about our duties.

And of course, someone who rises early is also forced to rest early. So much trouble avoided!

And of course, genuine spiritualists do not litter. Not their consciousness, not their homes, nor their streets.

Let us take advantage of this process! Want to avoid littering your streets of your consciousness? Want to know how?

P.S: I have nothing against the city or the people of Hyderabad. It is practically the same story in every village, town, or city in the world. It is the terrible practice of littering, both spiritual and material, but especially the spiritual littering that I’m advocating against.

Jiva Soul – A poem from 1874

Back in in 1874, Bhaktivinode Thakura wrote this sublime poem that gives us the formula for Supreme Spiritual Success! Jiva Soul, from Saragrahi Vaishnava

This is a poem by the great saint Bhaktivinode Thakura… from his 1874 work, “Saragrahi Vaishnava”

The Jiva Soul:

Alas for those who spend their days
In festive mirth and joy.
The dazzling, deadly liquid forms
Their hearts fore’er employ.

The shining bottles charm their eyes
And draw their heart’s embrace;
The slaves of wine can never rise
From what we call disgrace.

Was man intended to be
A brute in work and heart?
Should man, the Lord of all around,
From common sense depart?

Man’s glory is in common sense
Dictating us the grace,
That man is made to live and love
The beauteous Heaven’s embrace.

The flesh is not our own alas;
The mortal frame a chain;
The soul confined for former wrongs
Should try to rise again.

Why then this childish play in that
Which cannot be our own;
Which falls within a hundred years
As if a rose ablown.

Our life is but a rosy hue
To go ere long for naught;
The soul alone would last fore’er
With good or evil fraught.

How deep the thought of times to be!
How grave the aspect looks!
And wrapt in awe become, O, we,
When reading Nature’s books.

Man’s life to him a problem dark–
A screen both left and right;
No soul hath come to tell us what
Exists beyond our sight.

But then a voice, how deep and soft,
Within ourselves is left;
Man! Man! Thou art immortal soul!
Thee Death can never melt.

For thee thy Sire on High has kept
A store of bliss above,
To end of time, thou art O! His–
Who wants but purest love.

O Love! Thy power and spell benign
Now melt my soul to God;
How can my earthly words describe
That feeling soft and broad.

Enjoyment, sorrow — what but lots
To which the flesh is heir?
The soul that sleeps alone concludes
In them it hath a share.

And then, my friends, no more enjoy
Nor weep for all below;
The women, wine, and flesh of beasts
No love on thee bestow.

But thine to love thy brother man
And give thyself to God.
And God doth know your wages fair–
This fact is true and broad.

Forget the past that sleeps and ne’er
The future dream at all,
But act in time that are with thee
And progress thee shall call.

But tell me not in reasoning cold,
The soul is made alone
By Earth’s mechanic lifeless rules
And to destruction prone.

My God who gave us life and all
Alone the soul can kill
Or give it all the joys above
His promise to fulfill.

So push thy onward march, O soul,
Against an evil deed
That stands with soldiers Hate and Lust–
A hero be indeed.

Maintain thy post in spirit world
As firmly as you can,
Let never matter push thee down–
O stand heroic man!

O Sharagrahi Vaishnava soul,
Thou art an angel fair;
Lead, lead me on to Vrindavan
And spirit’s power declare.

There rests my soul from matter free
Upon my Lover’s arms–
Eternal peace and spirits love
Are all my chanting charms.