13. Even the simpleton despised,
The normal or the weak,
The hysteric, sick, or nervous
Has no cause to weep.
Let him but lay, with reverence deep
All his fears, struggles keen,
His thought and act and speech
At thy Lotus Feet,
Thou dost melt in pity for him;
He will be with Thee.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
14. With eager zest and boundless love,
Whoe’er entrusts himself to thee
His heart, his mind, his life, his all,
To him thou givest all;
Soon, very soon, the twain are merged
And Thou and he are one.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
15. Controlling all his passions,
His likes, dislikes, his love and hate,
He, who with an eye serene and sane
Reviews the world with calm,
Looks to all as only Thou
Not friend, nor foe, not weal, nor woe
He is submerged in Thee.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
16. A worldly man who will not give up
His wife and child, his land and friend
Even he Thy Grace will soon regain,
If he but lay his loss and gain
At Thy Holy Feet and act
As Thy commissioned clerk.
He is absolved and freed by Thee
His whole account is squared.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
17. Love appeals to some,
As the easiest quickest way
To reach “at-one-ment”.
They culture the shoot
Thou rainest Grace
It grows and grows
And bears celestial fruit.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
18. Another may choose the path
Of constant meditation.
He should concentrate his mind
On Thee alone, my Love!
Converging all his flying thoughts
Into Thy luminous point,
He quickly sure to find
Himself Thy own beloved.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
19. Even the simpleton despised,
The normal or the weak,
The hysteric, sick, or nervous
Has no cause to weep.
Let him but lay, with reverence deep
All his fears, struggles keen,
His thought and act and speech
At thy Lotus Feet,
Thou dost melt in pity for him;
He will be with Thee.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
20. With eager zest and boundless love,
Whoe’er entrusts himself to thee
His heart, his mind, his life, his all,
To him thou givest all;
Soon, very soon, the twain are merged
And Thou and he are one.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
21. Controlling all his passions,
His likes, dislikes, his love and hate,
He, who with an eye serene and sane
Reviews the world with calm,
Looks to all as only Thou
Not friend, nor foe, not weal, nor woe
He is submerged in Thee.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
22. A worldly man who will not give up
His wife and child, his land and friend
Even he Thy Grace will soon regain,
If he but lay his loss and gain
At Thy Holy Feet and act
As Thy commissioned clerk.
He is absolved and freed by Thee
His whole account is squared.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
23. Love appeals to some,
As the easiest quickest way
To reach “at-one-ment”.
They culture the shoot
Thou rainest Grace
It grows and grows
And bears celestial fruit.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
24. No, not the form but the spirit behind,
Not the word but the yearning beneath
Is all Thou needest.
Be it ever so small the gift,
Fruit, water, flower, aye a leaf,
That Thou prizest.
It is loved most dearly
If given heartily
More than the richest gift
Of the proud patrician.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.