Song To Sri Ramakrishna
No gloomy day came,
As I chant your name,
And no remorse dare to peep,
As in my mind your Image I keep.
No bothering for uncertainty,
No fear for loss and gain,
No bondage of wealth and Maya's chain,
As by Your grace, -grace I obtain.
No drought I do face,
Although there deserts and deserts are,
No cyclones -though fierce be,
Though the perils of the sea ,
In my camel, cart, and boat, -you sit dearest Shire!
While my widow-anguish, in your absence,
Moans the breath of dull emptiness,
All on a sudden, lightening the somber burden,
Your presence showers the grace.
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