61. The resplendent lustrous light of those
Boldest, bravest, valourous souls
What is that but Thou?
The strenuous efforts of all the great
In any field or work
And what is that but Thou?
The Sun! So shining warm and great!
But He has spots tho’ few can see;
Thou alone hast none.
With all this strength and power and work
Thou art ever detached.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
62. No form, no shape, no change, is Thine,
Beyond the Gunas’ grip,
Beyond the speech, beyond the mind,
Intellect, fancy free;
Such Thou art, the Source Eternal
Of Joy and Life and Bliss.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
63. Thou art the base and prop and life
Of Brahma and all the rest’
Of all the worlds, the sun, the moon,
Of the elements five.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
64. As woman through man does beget
Babies lovely, sweet;
So Thou through Many doth create
Living and material things.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
65. As runs the blood in men and beasts
Through all the arteries and veins;
As runs the sap in shrubs and trees,
Through all their fibres and leaves,
So dost Thou pervade the world
As a hidden living flow.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
66. As oil is hidden in the seed
As butter in the milk;
So art thou concealed behind
Objects felt and seen.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
67. No distance severs Thee from me
So near! hear! at hand!
Let me but free myself from all
The complexes that bind.
And Thee, I will surely find, my Lord!
Enthroned in heart and mind.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
68. Thou art the One and only One
The supreme Lord of all,
Though multiple Thy forms may be
None is like the rest;
And countless though their names may be
No two are ever the same!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
Of any Guna at all;
Of all the gunas three Thou art
Yet the very soul;
Rays of the sun seem colourless
And yet have all the hues,
Thou, too, detached and colourless
Art dyed in all the hues.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
70. Bewitched in Maya’ charms and plays
Thou art yet ever detached;
Living alone in endless space
Thou yet dost ever create!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
71. Tho’ free from action, still art plunged
In deeds that have no end;
O Hari! The one that takes away
Both good and ill of all;
And still remains as free from both
As ever before.
No name, no form, no body Thou hast
And still thou hast them all.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
72. Far, how far, Thou art from me!
Beyond the farthest star;
And yet so near, so close to me
Thou art my very Heart!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.