By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You are the soul,
The deva of devas!
You have the power to choose the very best,
You have the good fortune
To obey the truth in every test.
You have the good fortune,
To have been granted life for free.
You have been blessed
To pick and choose
The best of the fruits,
From the best of the trees.
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You have the beauty
Of a thousand golden suns;
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You have the choice to listen to God at once;
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You can win every last battle against your mind;
Atam Deva, Atam Deva
You are pure and pristine;
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You don't have to fall to win,
If you obey the master within.
If you choose the best of the best,
You will go straight through life
Like a pure divine soul,
Winning every test.
Holy soul, defeat your mind,
For it is your only enemy
And is one of a kind.
Holy soul, don't listen to the mind,
It is treacherous and vile;
The nature of mind itself is to distract,
The aim of soul is to defeat
Its own mind's traps.
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
If ever you feel like you've gone astray,
Wait for a while, hold on,
Do the next right thing,
And wait for the truth to surface.
Truth has a habit,
It surfaces just in time
For you can be fooled, but not life.
Atam Deva, Atam Deva,
You are pure by design;
Atam Deva, Atam Deva
just follow intelligence of thine.
By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon
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