His words are price and precise,
All fix them to him to take teachings wise,
Only pupils with faith can follow that,
Others will remain dull and rot.
Unsuitable cannot be pupils of his band,
People with blurred mind cannot stand;
Their prayer cannot be, since they’re not believed!
When he is serious and pensive,
Sometimes find his braiding offensive,
But always very penetrating and pellucid,
They are fools and nuisance those call him seduced.
That he is accused of caste being,
He is very just when he is disagreeing,
With learners those do not fit his leaning.
His sermons wise are the words of Braham
That writes the fate of those cross the ocean and beam;
But the Acharya who lit the fire;
In the mind and heart of pupils that is never to retire.
Alas! Poor minds do not want to hear:
Such simple facts, like those I write dear,
Pellucid, although impolite but hard to wear.
The Greatest Guru who told all: “Here I stand! ”
He was very fair and not to pretend,
He was not A God, and that’s a fact,
That, like my own, I won’t retract.
Their accusations shall melt and disappear like snow,
Like sun, he will there to shine below;
But God, that send him here, will bless him to grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem