The Relevant Quotation Poem by Swami Parmanand

Thou blessed mother of the universe.
Shed thou Thine haloed light on us.
And merge our finite into Thine infinite
For, are we not sparks of Thy light?

Reinforce thy field of action with
The spirit of duty and devotion,
The seeds of contentment will then grow
And bear the fruits of external bliss.
Harness the oxen of Twin-breath
To plough the field day and night.
Lash them on to work hard
With the Kumbaka whip;
Arise awake and work, on to see.
That not a patch remains unploughed.
Sow thou the seeds of contentment
To grow the Crops of bliss!

(a) Sudama, the Jiva, friend of the Lord arrived
Thither went God Sudharshan to receive him
And Sudama, the Jiva resigned himself to His care!

(b) Rukhmini takes, Radha to her Palatial home
And Lord Krishna, Sudama, the Jiva to His!

(c) Parmanand will only relate, what is happening;
Shiva will free the Devi of her ego and pride.
And the story is long enough wherein
Sati gallantly, meekly and innocently
Consumes herself in the fire;

(d) Presently was heard a sound;
It was the musical flute-call of His (Lord Krishna)
Though the note came from afar,
Yet it seemed to come from near by
Allured by the musical note, the daughters
Rushed out bewitched and,
The mothers followed;

(e) None but the Lord (Krishna) is seen there,
He is seen alone making love with Himself,
None but he, and he alone
Is seen all around;

(f) The Gopies of my mental dynamics
(Flashes of my desires, aptitudes and likings)
Are absorbed in Thy thoughts and,
Maddened by the bewitching lure
Of the sweet call of Thy flute, they
Overcome the innateness of
The pulls and counter pulls
Of the senses and,
Forgetting their self and non-self, they
Run to Thee, O Lord,
Follow Thee and seek Thee and Thee alone;