85. The countless worlds that spring by Will,
And live and thrive by Will alone
And end, in a flash, by the very same Will
This Will is thing, my Lord.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
86. Fret though it may, in wrath may toss
The ocean never dares to cross
The limit fixed by Thee.
In perfect order, the heavens go
But by Thy power and will.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
87. By them on earth the wind doth blow
The march of time goes on;
The globe of Space is ever sustained
Without support by them.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
88. The planets, stars and sun so grand
Are set ablaze by them;
The clouds pour on the earth as rain
To feed all living things;
The earth bears the seas’ and mountains’ weight
But by Thy will and strength.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
89. If Thou but smile, all misery flies
If Thou but frown, the world uneasy lies;
None has fathomed, none ever can
Thy inscrutable Will
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
90. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and gods
Bow and pray to Thee by psalms;
Though great themselves, thy feet they kiss
O, Greater than all the Gods!
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
91. Deep in the heart with rhythmic beats
Some 1sadthaks chant Thy name;
By vows and fasts and vigils stern
Some try to win Thy Grace.
Service and work and joy in grief
Are ways some others tread;
All are attempts to please Thee, Lord!
O! Lord of endless ways!
92. My knowledge, luxury, wealth and fame.
My power, strength and will;
My father, mother, guide and friend
1 Those who struggle for God realization.
Thou art my everything.
Thou art the one resort of all.
The hope of souls that sink.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
93. Thou art the food that cheers again
The pilgrim’s weary feet;
Thou art the boat the sailor takes
To cross this worldly main;
And Thou the flashing sword that kills
The unseen foes of man.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
94. Through Thy grace can come to pass
Things that absurd seem,
The lame can scale a mountain high
The dumb can freely speak.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
95. O! Glorious Power and Light!
How dazzling dost Thou shine!
Who can conceive Thy Being divine?
Thy works so big and small?
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.
96. Since ages poets sing of Thee
How short their poems fall!
In vain the Rishis tried to pry
Into Thy mysterious call
Silence became their only speech
Since Thee they failed to see.
To That Lord of my Heart, I Bow.