73. How strange Thy play! Though one with me
We two are yet apart!
Each soul believes and feels himself
To be Thy special love.
Sages, therefore, see Thee as
The One who is of all.
Hard-hearted, aloof, as the rock itself,
That defies the caress of waves;
Yet, O Lover! As merged in all
As fragrance in the wind.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
74. No water can wet, no wind can dry
No gun, no gas can kill;
No devastating fire can burn
The Immortal Changeless Thee;
Beyond all duals as life and death
Beyond all qualities too.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
75. The senses fail, intellect fails
Mind’s highest fancy too,
So different from all that man can think
Beyond conception, Thou.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
76. O! Mighty Monarch of all the worlds!
The Power which none can beat!
Even tyrants who can scourge the world
Bend before Thy feet.
Of the Thou art the real help
Of the forlorn the real friend;
Of the broken in battle who cry for aid
Thou art the succour and strength.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
77. Thou watchest the deeds of one and all
Of sages and sinners alike;
Thou art their benefactor unknown
The one who blesses all.
Each gets what he deserves and comes
Nearer to Thee, my Lord!
This world exists because of Dharma
Spread by prophets great;
But they are inspired by Thee, my God!
Thou art their secret strength.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
78. The dangers, sudden dark and dread
That frighten the struggling soul;
What allays them but thy grace—
The unseen power alone?
Thou wipest the burning tears of all
And wipest withal their sins;
So gracious, so kind, so loving Thou art!
Which none but Thee can be.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
79. Thou art the hope and strength
Of the helpless hopeless crew
Ship-wrecked in their voyage of life:
The friend so dear and true!
The world is a stage. the saints proclaim,
Each has his part to play;
And thou the Chief, Who ever directs
All actors grave and gay.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
80. We are but apes that play the tricks
At the Juggler’s will and call,
Thy Play on the flute doth call the tune
For all this world to play;
But none can see much less describe
The Player hid away!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
81. In this weary world of sorrow and sin
Thou art the one that saves;
The One that raises the fallen and sick
From their dark living graves.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
82. If, Oh, Beloved! Thou ever remove
The veil that hides Thy face
A little, even, a hair breadth’s space
And let man, for a wink, to gaze,
The world goes mad—is steeped in joy—
And Yogis reel and swoon;
A thousand lives are nil—
Thy fleeting glimpse, a boon,
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
83. The moon may smile, the sun may blaze,
But who’s behind the twain?
The stars revolve, the comets roam
But who’s the guiding Swain?
Whose is the song the ocean sings
In deep resonant keys?
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
84. ‘The Light that never was on sea or land’
The Love that never knows a limit or end
The strength that none can
Ever surpass or stand,
All that is Thou, my Lord!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.