The Stand Still Mirage Withers.
Perennial shadow of the ultimate,
Mystic dimension off from east and west,
The shadowy summons of the dead,
In life casts a reflecting wait.
All query to you mingles into naught ,
No traveler can return and say,
What happens to the soul after life,
And the conscious alive confuses in dismay!
Oh! That One Image, -Sri Ramakrishna,
Oh! That One Name, -Sri Ramakrishna,
Through meditation and chanting,
Dispel the mirage without,
The darkest forest within,
And reveal the already in, -Divine Green.
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